Some Of It Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

maybe we were meant to go on dream errands

seeking the golden lemons for our tea

slicing the bread more thickly than we could


in real life.

thinking in summer clouds.

half way through the dream you remember


someone required you to bring back silver buttons

or the pink pearlized kind like knobs on a fairy's treehouse door.

I really did walk through meadows then.


the burrs catching on my skirts of blue violet

and I felt like the lady with the green parasol

in Monet's painting


standing on that ridge.

you will say I imagined it all.

but I didn't.


some of it really happened.


mary angela douglas 4 july 2020