Kenst Du Das Land Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

did you bring the maps they asked you
and then turned into clouds.
you trudged on

where was the lemon groved land
and the citron sun
you wondered

the one sung about
in many languages
and the blue bird rippling skies

you're in Easter best and tripping over stumps
in the disenchanting forest
eating the last of the toffee.

that's how the day went.
evening set in.
the stars all tinseled

as if for Christmas.
your mind inset with seeded pearls
expecting the great snows.

mary angela douglas march 31 2017