Gardens Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

less and less the earth feels like your home

only a signal flashing from a lighthouse suspended

above the unknown

like Christ on the cross in Dali keeps you warm

in an inbetween zone

bit by bit as you are more alone

you find in your dreams it's Spring perpetually

and it's not that hard through the violet rains

to find the light that beckoned you on

beyond all lilies now

and resurrected, in the slow gardens beyond Time.

mary angela douglas 6 january 2023