When I Stood In The Emerald Rain (Reposted For Formatting) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

when I stood in the emerald rain
all these things came back to me
with no translator.

make the fairytale your own-
you said to me, or meant to say-
whenever you want to be absolved
from old distress and the knot in your stomach
this far from home.

whenever I stand in the emerald rain
these are the words I say to myself
when no one else is listening
but the last bird singing
in the jeweled rain.

mary angela douglas 11 february 2010