For The Moment, A Sanskrit Illumination (Revision) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

for the moment, a Sanskrit illumination-
and clouds slip over a polished moon
they are throwing voices on the
surface of things;
I am dying from the sand of all replies.
but this condensation of infinite
sadness
when rose and dew have faded from here
diamond by diamond, will alter fear
far more like love than evanescence
beyond the threshold of these light years.

mary angela douglas 25 november 2001; 25 may 2019; 27 september 2023