Gilding The Ark Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Gilding the Ark
I sigh in clouds
And rain bubbles never through the portals
We sail on
My rag dolls and I
My books with the antique pictures in them
Noon arrives with festive sandwiches
Nectar of grape and bread of life
And I am happy just to be here
Paddling small oceans without strife
Sailing the stream or even the brook
Tumbling in rapids of countless books
Listening to music I heard before
When I was much closer to the shore.
Waving at ghosts I still adore.
mary angela douglas 27 may 2024