when it hurts to walk. dream of clouds
for so long floating about the Heavens
finding it so easy
sometimes dissolving, reappearing
multicoloured, a treat for the eye.
and you can be clouds too
and this is perhaps
why your feet don't work anymore,
the first sign that something is about to change
your ankles turning inward
or stand on one note patiently
in a vast music
little by little
you rise
o it won't be long
to the whole song
mary angela douglas 20 march 2016
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