At The Foot Of Your Golden Mountain Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

at the foot of your golden mountain
never seen:

I cried

turning in this
crevasse of rose
I don't know how to be
and the mists roll down

so easily, enclosing me

how can a living heart
be hidden-
and all their snow redactions seem
so signed off on?

like a prayer flag in a blizzard
of misconstrued intentions-

someone else's version of events

my heart my heart my
helplessness before you-

mary angela dougloas 5-7 april 2002/31 may 2005/30 august 2003/31 august 2010