While Filling Out Forms She Thinks Of Other Things Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's rhapsodic and it's built to last, my dream boat
veering into the shoals of the deeper Past
without apologies

oh I see said the agencies
seeing nothing at all.except-
the nothing fills out forms

and it is small
maybe they won't call it back
maybe they can sit on a tack it's

knowing it is not born for this.
that nothing is me
still in the dream of

used to be and should be now.
and stubborn in the quest
and fairy tale endowed;

still, the guest of God.

mary angela douglas 9 december 2018; rev.19 january 2019