I Have Friends In A Box Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I have friends in a box.
beneath a screen.
I think I have.

I tap on the blue blue glass
as if it were the sky
summoning angels.

the things I say are kept by clouds;

don't drift away!
I have worlds under glass
awake when I'm asleep

long past the meridians
of what used to be called
dreams; (or countries) , my

houses with no furniture.
drawers I can't open.
letters I'll never tie

with a green silk ribbon.
much at arms length
rich as a click away.

yet sometimes I wonder
if on a winter's day, alone at the bus stop
I suddenly decide to sing the way I used to

will there still be clouds in the air?

mary angela douglas 5 december 2014