Crashing Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

how often when I crash through the nets

that are supposed to be there

I think to myself, well at least



at this very moment I am flying

through the air since plummeting

is a form of flight until



it's not

and that has comforted me a lot

at various circuses



over time

and made a kind of life

instant to instant



so that I am unaware almost

of any reason to despair

since some instants



last a spangled lifetime.



mary angela douglas 24 october 2019