Queen Anne's Lace Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

not in place exactly like a meter or a metier

yet our souls still are music and sent from somewhere else

finally to be sent away;

you feel it as you get older, the thinning of earth's air

the need for a different quality of oxygen

ways of breathing underwater, deep in Space;

moments of heavenly infatuation

like catching our breath at Queen Anne's lace again

ever more evanescent as ourselves

to greet evanescence as it is ourselves surely now

and the meadowlands; each time to understand

to feel the beautiful is more beautiful every year;

more peerless.

how shall we ever leave from here

mary angela douglas 5 july 2023