The Dream Of Coming Back From The Eye Doctor Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

shadows, but light prevailing is what you see

in the scene where you are coming back from the eye doctor

and this is in a future somewhere not defined yet

the work in progress no one's ever read

your eyes are skies with clouds and all you see is Heaven

even at the grocery store while waiting at the curb for the

light to turn and you tap with a hidden cane or a shepherd's crook

the pavement and cannot see that others look at you strangely

the sun is everything now a white gold light that fully fills the frame

of the window you have opened or the one that God has opened

and you see the angels plainly now the familiar faces from home

light years ago

a pink ribbon of a sky

and then, you are gone.


mary angela douglas 14 september 2020