Deep Books I Have Read, The Pooling Of Grave Waters Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Deep books I have read the pooling of grave waters
To be new baptized christened or renamed
I cant explain it all away lens obscura, mist, the other way
Cloud by night and pillar of fire by day Im in the other realms
The inner life begins to bloom in
The deep books and the way
They are more than reading them can be construed to be
By those who say
Who reads these days
To which I say
Who breathes.
Who lives in the orchards falling blossoms
Falling out of Time in the picture book dimensions
Larklike in happiness, in the blessed world made real
More than alice through the looking glass
Oh come to pass.
mary angela douglas 25 august 2024; 26 august 2024