I wrote this in Wiesbaden, Germany in April 1982, thinking about the lost but recent past . It was
published in 1986 in Gil Ott's great magazine Paper Air (Philadelphia) and in 1993 in Tidepool
(Hamilton, Ontario). I lived in Montreal from the summer of 1975 through
December 1976, and oddly, from the first moment, whenever someone asked me where I was 'from' I would immediately reply 'Montreal'.
SURROUNDS
(Montreal, 1976)
Outside, the whole mountain rises in silence.
Aimed at the East End, the cross shines on,
Sequined and secure. Below, only a few faces
Will remember to look up. I am climbing
The wooden stairs to the overlook while
The city glows, but does not burn.
Small pieces of the sky fall all around me.
A long time after I've reached the panorama,
I stare at heaven being patched with clouds.
A lovely poem. Thank you for posting
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