Stepping Onto The Last Continent Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

stepping onto the last continent
where the small waves break over it
and you said to yourself is this a dream

and are we drifting
the silver ships shift out
the sails disappear

the former years with them
now we are here and yet
it all dissolves and

how can you solve it
by yourself without
the help of God

and you are drifting
and you cannot say in sequins
what are the words in this language

for going away
there is nowhere else to go
how close the stars come down

as if you were among them
and there was only ever the skies.

mary angela douglas 4 june 2017