Light Falls On The Surface Of Things (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

light falls on the surface of things

you look up and suddenly you realize

there is a customary splendor after all

so easily the light falls

without drawing attention to itself

without being made to

submitting no resume

not having to prove a thing

x plus x minus the square root of why wise

more quietly than can be understood

on the simplest thing, illuminating

the needlepoint rose on the rug

the undusted corner

light sings

while you are fretting about other things

while you are rehearsing the final lines in the play

it does not interfere

it does not go away

it shines

why can't you be happy about that

mary angela douglas 17 july 2022; 13 march 2023