Wanted: A Small Room Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I want a small room, on the moon

or at the poles, that opens onto

the universe and endless blue terraces


a violet fold in a dress of rose

a bird that nightly sings

with iridescent wings


reminding me of many things beautiful

I want to remain and singing

and free to dream


as far as the eye can never see

and not to be remotely seen but just to be

with God's handkerchief


in His best pocket

I want a small room...


mary angela douglas 30 august 2018