Thursday, October 14, 2010

Song for the Heart: Mount Royal Park

Tonight I call to my heart to return,
to give flesh to the dry beanlike
thing in its place. I dance looking out
over the mountain at dusk, small lights
bright on the hillside – a whole city turning
dark – close my eyes and sing to it,
feel a flutter of wing beats,

like spring returning. One star sighted
just above the horizon. Feet planted on
wooden floor  feel   small   yet part
of   sky  stars  mountain    breathing
rocking on soles of my feet.

Outside the window, streetlamps
line Park Avenue like pilgrims on their way
to the cross, light.

In Mount Royal park, an angel
spreads her wings over the dark.

Jennifer Boire