they know the steps, choreographies
but feeling from the world is fled
I sometimes think
not as in former days
walking with You by green waters-
the stage is filled to the brim-
but the gestures fall away
and I can't bear, can you? -
this accumulation of unscripted light
but grieve
over these too-clouded scenes-
mary angela douglas 7 may 2004; 27 september 2023
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