We Anchor In Mist And Dream We Sail Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

again, to Van Cliburn

we anchor in mist and dream we sail
but in our hearts no winds prevail.
we drift on images.

who could imagine the pause
between song and song
could alter us so

and in the mirrors
far from grace, it shows;
still, snows from your articulate

hands on old recordings
starlike, the wounds of
earlier heartbreaks

the quake in the sunrise
and the lines of battle drawn
in the side yards

where the winds that were
scattered the rose bush lightly,
and the petals set sail

mary angela douglas 11 august 2014