If They Believe In A Mad Thing Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

if they believe in a mad thing,
how will you dissuade them?
you with your little spade

digging holes in the sandbox
waiting for radiance to appear.
it may take years to notice

no matter that you try
with a handful of stones to get by,
Light - must be elsewhere.

icarus maybe lacking wings to fly
at the beginning, only
looked at clouds and thought

how high is high.
but you'll see farther,
melting the sun outloud.

mary angela douglas 16 january 2016