It's The Hardest Thing Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's the hardest thing

pulling words out of the nothing

to translate into the Living Stream

this is how it feels

bone deep, or while you sleep

looking for lost homes

be wise

in any enterprise on earth you are alone

no matter how the experts mime it

you'd better go

into some other zone

with your only map of weeping stowed

where pirates wont break in and find it

it's hard to find the bright egress from Time

in time

the trappings of the heart though

are everywhere.

and have blinded my language.

and have spoken me into dust

mary angela douglas 5 january 2023