Monday, August 07, 2006

Poem for Canada

Some days I fear I love my country less,
But I consider my capacity
For love so tender, so outsized, so free,
That small amounts of my love are excess
To others. Do I love snow? I confess
I do. And ice, and lakes set plentifully
Where blue horizon is all you can see
When looking for the other side. Love? Yes.

The mountains, and the ocean, and my friends,
All thirty million, decent and polite,
Kind as the evening, genuine and bright,
The borderless land to the north extends
As far as starlight, heartbreak, and amends.
Some days I feel discovered by delight.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home