Still, The Watcher Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

all the words I've ever read

all the music that I've heard

lodges in my soul forever

blue jay feather mocking bird.

small steps taken in the sunlight

by the guardian trees at home

I still keep though home has vanished

I am my own Rosetta stone.

rings of trees, light caught in amber

remnants of the honeycombed

stowed inside in winter weather

kept my failing heart, alone.

snow that fell in flower cups

frost that fell before their time

blossom still like starlight in me

gold and silver in my rhyme.

asking nothing fame nor fortune

just to walk beneath the stars

still I watch and still the Watcher

watches over me and mine.

mary angela douglas 19 february 2020