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From Where I Stand - Iqaluit
From Where I Stand - Iqaluit 5 May 2020 jp I look across your bay I see horizons Of ice and rock and distance and even eternity. I look down I see yellow blue silver walls I see blue silver red rooves Down far enough away, houses like a toy set. I took my first trip there years ago Now I see not much has changed So much nowhere people to be seen. Sure a person wanders by In a dimension not yours I am invisible Reach out my hand to touch Worlds and words so far apart my fingers disappear in the aether. The gossamer soul dissolves before my eyes. Even my own people, a loose definition White, educated, speaking English only We have colleagues to reach toward, embrace But the bones crackle if you squeeze too hard Skin slips away if you get too close Their dimensions are denser at times Then dissolve like tinkling broken stars falling through darkness And now I remember not one name with whom I then worked ...
Sorry: When A Man’s His Dog & Dawn
Sorry: When A Man’s His Dog & Dawn 5 May 2020 jp All’s well with the world when a man’s his dog and dawn Waking at his bedside A garden to tend Obliged to listen to the tac-tac-tac-tac of pileated woodpecker. So sorry for the suffering arising I’ve caused When I reach out to love My touch a poisoned compassion. So sorry. So sorry, so many times I’ve begun to forget. Funny how, still… All’s well with the world when a man’s his dog and dawn Waking at his bedside.
Affirmation of Gift, Place, Being
Affirmation of Gift, Place, Being 30 April 2020 jp Finally… rain… soft… cold… refreshing… I hear the forest sipping the weness in… Rinsing the rocks… Soothing all our ears and souls… I am come she whispers gently Wash yourselves Drink of me Let me dance on your face On your skin On your soil Through your pine needles In through your toes and your feet and your roots To your bones Make wet your blood and sap Rain… Soft… Cold… Affirmation of gift, place, being.