Sometime, I'd Like To Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

sometime I'd like to
live under a snowbank
until Spring and

little birds would bring me
things, shiny objects
berries on a string

an ice pink cake or so. and then
I'd dream I fell into a farther cave
below all rainbow glow,

but softly, so as to stir no sound;

with unusual staircases
and no one yelling in the halls
so that it echoes endlessly

and no one slamming doors on purpose.
no one at all.
and I'd translate from phrases delicately made

snow patterns or the traces of the stars
dead, long ago come back to life
and find green rivers farther, deeper down

and waterfalls so clear, bedight with angels.

and solve bright mysteries in the lost
and founds and swear to you
that life spent underground, this way,

is closer to Heaven
than you might think.

mary angela douglas 20 november 2015