Curated by Judy Gaudet
It is unbroken
It is unbroken, though forsaken, set
in the tilt of trees toward the prevailing sun.
Not lost, though unregarded, spoken in buried syllables.
Now it rises, a slow star at midsummer,
almost breaks horizon, then glides submissively down
with another declining year. A ripple is enough
in the half-undreaming stillness of lustral places
not yet endowed, or a leaf that falling
meets its shadow on the ground
in a wilderness untraversed where a bird sings unseen.
Like nothing else. Like nothing. Scattered
naked in retreat before the nightmarch
of an alien horde that passes and does not return.
Or say it is you fondling one of a billion stones.
—John Smith, from Midnight Found You Dancing, Ragweed, 1986
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)