Every Moment Has Its Own Light Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

every moment has its own light
its planetary systems, tiny stars
even when we are sleeping


every moment is a portal of gold

a face indicating a soul
even when we are working and


cannot look at the sky without

penalty


every rose is chiming its own
rose-minutes freely, as in dreams even

while we are being herded
another place we don't want to go


every rose is leaving

without asking permission
petal by petal

how can it be
every moment holds a world they
haven't yet conquered


mary angela douglas 8 february 2006