Reading At Home Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

internal differences were charted
epiphanies of the winding stair
the ghost that looks clear through you

when the winter trees are bare
the prospects of the novel
on the day you're left at home

the summer branch rescinded
and the ice cream cone
and you're boarding at the harbor

the ship of the Unknown
and casting off forever
from the local port's zone

in indigo waters
o sons and daughters caught
in imagination's breeze

as it kicks up
or lost, deliciously
from flowering lea to lea

in an untoward destiny
time after jeweled time
released from magic:

drenched in the fairy tale chimes.

mary angela douglas 7 september 2017