On The Nasa Dart Mission And The Sorrow Of Being Cracked As Sung By All Pebbles On Earth Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

maybe I'm stupid and don't get the point
but I feel like something unaccountably sweet just got
broken on purpose in the universe
while expecting, happily maybe a picture postcard
of itself holding up the sky
the minor tides in the rain puddles
where the sparrows came by merrily to drink
oh what dearly delicate and brave
tiny brinkmanship have they shattered
and the stars are weeping for the decimated
'matter': self described (if it could describe)
baby asteroid turned into gravel, their gleeful 'debris'
and a sudden orange flower blooming at night
has withered immeasurably before daylight
and I cant find the keys to the treasure chest
where my milky quartz used to rest in the dresser,
the sock drawer or next to old perfume flasks:
reminiscent of my Grandmother
old blue jay feather, little stones
from the creek that when wet
glowed like rubies and emeralds
to be carried home with me I won't easily forget
she can't be consoled now
the moon hides her silver coined face.
oh Earth! we are all in disgrace.
mary angela douglas 28 september 2022