A Diary On The Underside Of Light Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[for Andrei Tarkovsky]

a diary on the underside of light
the blizzards inside the ruined cathedral
of the soul

the balloon cut free
is crashing on the underside of light
of light of light

neither daylight nor is it the moon's shading;
in the gardens of the child is it a rose of light?
as if it flowed from Dante then was

interupted, almost musical, to the point of tears?
is it the curvature of angels broken apart
from great distances;

a light,
barely comprehended in a dream

from which you don't want to
you don't want to
Awake

mary angela douglas 12 november 2015