Curated by Judy Gaudet
How easily we enter into caves and cadences of the sublime,
rush of passion, sweeping, swirling, circling a chimney roost,
diving towards it as does the swift,
at the very last instant to reverse the body
plummet into hollow darkness,
down and down.
One incisive gesture, claws catch brick edge,
thought and momentum turn upwards to zodiacal light,
feathers and feathers cushion the halt.
Safe for the night.
And the day comes to settle – all that winging
and whirling over marshlands, grasses tall as tall, insect-rich,
sudden mud slopes of tidal rivers, and still backwaters,
where the lust of crickets
shivers the moon into fullness.
—Deirdre Kessler, PEI’s present Poet Laureate, has written Afternoon Horses, Acorn, 2009
Island poet and avid poetry reader Judy Gaudet selects a poem by a PEI poet each month.
Judy's latest book is Conversation with Crows (Oberon,2014)