by Steve Higgins, Cold Mountain Internal Arts, Kitchener Ontario
No schools flighting quick
from one silvery threat to the next
or starlings’ shoals against wires and skies
but solitary outliers, pairs at the most
navigating their way in careful
circles and ellipses across
the park’s green expanse.
Street encounters are more linear, a careful
sizing up and negotiation over who goes first?
But the young in their neglect
are the greater threat. Like the young
woman who rushed past us on the foot bridge
waving her hand in a peace sign
as if that would do some good.
The wood in which we find ourselves
harbours strange beasts, invisible
enemies of intimacy, transforming
companionship into something strange.
This capricious death seems
designed for the old, but the young die too.
It is a familiar friend.
Flu and pneumonia carry off thousands
every year and we are not surprised.
Sunlight shines, condos rise
The economics of necessity
accepts the deaths of generations
as we all do.