“…of origins”

mum on gonzales beach

Mum on Gonzales Beach, with Dan

Under Cape Breton’s rocky soil, under the parks in Halifax with their views of the sea, the sound of gulls, of commerce, of pianos and fiddles from open windows, under the earth the buried creeks hide their secrets. And you can hear something, a murmuring, a rill of original water, of origins, of fish in their lost habitats, eels, amphibians entering their dark waters, and in memory, birds at the vanished banks, their beaks poised, and secrets, secrets, my mother’s buried history in the damp ground where water longs for the sky.

                    —from “Tokens”, in Euclid’s Orchard

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~ by theresakishkan on May 13, 2018.

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