MY SOUL IS A TRACELESS WOUND

(a song for the estranged)

my soul is a traceless wound
a bruising of stars

a trial with no witnesses

a tree of clouds where birds
are singing cloudless songs

a shade drawn against the sun
a fire stung by air

a rift within an
imaginary family

a sadness of inquisitions

no broken thread of remembrance floating

on the beautiful finger of God-

mary angela douglas 24 december 2003