I Read The Day Inside My Mind Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I read the day inside my mind
before I opened the curtains.
I read its branching ways

its unexpected breeze the way
the trees rang out to me
across dim fields

letting the mists come between us easily
and I read the mists themselves
mystified by their music.

then I read: pinkness of skies, like baby roses
and no passerby as if I were on an island here
and everyone disappeared and I could read could read

the beautiful mind of God
it was that clear to me.

mary angela douglas 2 april 2016