How Can I Think They Gazed At The Sky Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

how can I think they gazed at the sky
thinking of poetics? a leaf, a cloud,
in a natural way;

a sigh seemed nothing more than a

dream to them, God's dream Hopkins
may have said in later may times springing.
even then, I am not sure that any

definition could define them.
don't look in the back of the book for them,
the Immortals. they have become a part

of all that we survey, that is, if we do,
with a feeling heart, a striving after something
not in words yet.

cloudy, green, beyond the classroom drone
and the windows with the wandering breeze beckoning...

mary angela douglas 18 august 2015