Sunday, August 28, 2011

Yesterday, for Jack Layton (1950-2011) by Waldemar Ens

a carved wooden cane called cancer
              came out of nowhere and
                            whacked us in the solar plexus

but when Jack carried it he used it like a
magically inspiring the different strands to tie together

reaching out and hooking us in
poking prodding the soft underside of

pointing out a better way down
a clearer road

helping us walk that road
even with our broken hips

a gentle wooden cane
             fell out of nowhere
                            at our feet

waiting for us to pick it up

1 comment:

Franci Louann said...

Lovely, thank you, Waldemar.
Cane as symbol, let's remember that.

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