Every Moment Has Its Own Light (Final Revision) 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
being accused of stealing time
every rose is chiming its own
rose-minutes freely, as in dreams even
while we are being herded
by market forces and those who deserted
another place we don't want to go
every rose is leaving
without asking permission
petal by petal in sweet erudition
when the wind blows
how can it be
every moment holds a world they
haven't yet conquered

mary angela douglas 8 february 2006; 29 september 2023