THE GREAT CIRCLE
The children are piling the leaves again
ready for the next bare-limb leap
life into death and back
Tag Archives: Childhood
PUPPY LOVE
Mary had a little lab
his coat was dirt and roll
and everywhere that Mary went
he wagged his smile behind her
OFF TO SCHOOL
OFF TO SCHOOL
They sent me off to school today
round-roofed lunchpail packed
with all five stages of grief
Four layer sandwich of
denial
anger
bargaining
and depression
and an apple of acceptance
I don’t think I’ll eat the apple
CHILDREN HAVE
CHILDREN HAVE
Children have a great sense of smell
Maybe that’s why
their diapers make them cry
their first
breast sends them
on a lifelong quest
and a cinnamon bun
can stop us all in the mall
On a farm there’s hay
before it goes into the cow
and hay when it comes out
The pungency of pig, the foul of fowl
Rain before the first drop falls
and the whip of lightning after it cracks
Smoke on dad’s clothes from the prairie fire
snuff from the round box cutting his shirt
The dog, even wet, not diminished in love
If lost in a blizzard, or in the dark
it is always best to let go of the reins
so the horse’s nose can point you home
Lost in the world at four a.m.
twice blessed if yours can do the same
ONCE MORE ROUND THE MAYPOLE
ONCE MORE ROUND THE MAYPOLE
In leisure he revisits
things seen but never noticed in his youth
though they lay but a short arms length away
Cow with ingrown horn
then a saw-wire from repair
now metaphor for defense gone wrong
The deep snow forts of play
two Fahrenheit degrees away
from smother and a crying mother
Frost on a winter window
a forest of trees of finest lace
meant too cold to go outside today
now the music of the spheres in form
Best not to be a poet young
very little would get done
BALL LIGHTNING
BALL LIGHTNING
In the front door out the back
A ball of lightning through the barn
in the story dad would tell
I wonder now if the light was white
and if it made a sizzling sound
as some who’ve seen one have described
All happened in a blink I guess, and gone,
like this, and all the questions that I didn’t ask
SURVIVAL
SURVIVAL
There are wolves
everywhere and closer
Your parents are busy flailing
at the snarling snouts and dripping fangs
Busy wrapping their own
and each other’s bloody wounds
While you curl up, cold and lonely
in the bottom of the sleigh
thinking, I’ll die if someone
doesn’t pick me up and hold me soon
A CAUTION AGAINST TOO MUCH CHURCH TOO SOON
A CAUTION AGAINST TOO MUCH CHURCH TOO SOON
Brother Wally at age three or four
sitting on the tracks as the train approaches
wanting to find out what it’s like to be an angel
The last minute rescue
granting him some fame and slack
when he went back to being
the little devil he had been the day before
HOW I LOST MY FAITH
HOW I LOST MY FAITH
the first time
It was a cold and muddy Sunday
Our little caravan of Christians
children, parents and student minister
stuck in the spring mud
a mile from church
Me and city cousin Wayne
the chosen ones at age seven
chosen to walk
to the nearest neighbour
while the others wait in the cars
The neighbor’s not home
but his Cockshutt 40 tractor is
Some combination of farm boy bravado
and reluctance to slog
back to the cars in defeat
comes out as I can drive a tractor!
One foot each on the clutch
and a good deal of grinding
gets us into low gear
and off at about two miles per
The student minister meets us
two thirds of the way back
As our leader
in all things spiritual
and practical
he decrees that we are going
far too slow
and selects another gear
(probably at random, he’s from the city too)
The one he picks is the fastest
known in these parts as “Road Gear”
and we quickly accelerate to thirty
which causes the preacher to panic
(or remember that he forgot his bible)
and leap off
leaving us to wrestle the big red monster
now wildly careening from rut to rut
and rocketing toward the mired cars
and fearful families
Wrenching the wheel
to the right
at the last possible moment
we narrowly avoid death and destruction
and come to rest
in the water filled ditch
amidst the prayers of the congregation
EARLY MORNING, DECEMBER, CALGARY
EARLY MORNING, DECEMBER, CALGARY
The neighbors called
as neighbors will
To report Roberta
age four
in the front yard
making a snowman
A reasonable thing to do
as quickly as possible
after seven inches
of new wet snow
And dressed adequately
for the task
High boots and warm mitts
and nothing else