Indigo Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

if all the seas were ink...
Mother Goose rhyme

ink has spilled,
flowed into a sudden darkness.
the ink has spilled

there's nothing left to write

except to you
on a very thin thread of what remains
but the thread

is gold, I said
though there was no record
I said anything at all

oh who will look into this for us
when feeling's all eclipsed, when
ink has spilled all over the world

the ink has spilled the poets go
into shock

who will patch the moon
the little stars
the bruise on the Sun...

when all the shadows run together,
viewed as one
then how can the answers flee

when every border shows
no margin for our errors-

the ink has spilled
coating the seas
coating the far distances

come, Oh Lord
oh write to us In Light.

and still the rivers of our spilled ink
our indigo weeping

mary angela douglas 28 august 2014