Shuttle/Landscapes In Dreams (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

landscapes in dreams have no ladders
how will I ever get down
perched in the tower at midpoint
onto the solid ground
ground of my being, my God is
I know He will help me mid air
and I will awake all a sudden
free from the dream's light despair.
landscapes in dreams have no shuttles
buses are hard to come by
bus fares a little bit cloudy
unhelpful, the passers by
there in a town that is nameless
I look for old bookshops again
noting how quickly the sun sets
starting all over again
ground of my being my God is
turnstile to let me pass through
I rush down the corners in pages
and write my address in the dew.

mary angela douglas 28 december 2021; 27 march 2023