Crawling through cranial channels there's no
way back, without disappearing into the past
holding onto a lantern of flickering animal fat.

Morning shivers under winter's thin coat of sun-
light, a mountain's switchbacks riddled with the
speed and intensity in which change has occurred
and continues to occur that is a big factor why we
are having trouble with adapting to the flows and
stone-stubs, risen from yesterday's heavy rain.

I returned wizened by Old Stony Face knowing
it is Psyche who sings poetry's words, with no
performances, but reading with open eyes and
inner ears.

 

 

the speed: P. Robb, "Q and A: Sheila Watt-Cloutier Seeks Some Cold Comfort." Ottawa Citizen, March 27, 2015.