If Time Were A Spinning Top Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

if time were a spinning top we saw
forests as a blur of greens
the stars in between lost branches

it whirred beyond us
sometimes recurring in dreams
when we were not cut to size

by enterprise

if only for one instant we could stop revolving
to hear again One calling us
from the Beginning

and Before

but we are merry go round bound
and carousel trained
we cannot see Him

shining in the rains, beyond blame
shifting the clouds.


mary angela douglas 1 january 2019