Lilliput Or Something Like It Somewhere Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

oh tiny country
built to scale
once you were writ large

now you're a favorite charm
on a charm bracelet shaken
by infinitesimal barley breezes

or if someone sneezes
setting off alarms
in my heart for you
I will stand guard in
my nonentity

since I love it goes without saying
your amethyst ant hills
still.

your small pears' windfall
in a golden heap
disturbs the sleep of gnats

and I long to kick
all your toy barricades down
knowing God is the owner of
the Great and minuscule

and how have you withered, then from
what He made?

but I remember once the sheer
undulating and the free emerald of your plains
sustained my childlike song and not
the woe and weal of these your roped in
ripped off
fields, your fields, your fields

mary angela douglas 20 october 2013