Je Est Un Autre

Je Est Un Autre

I am another

willfully opaque

unable to choose

between

an Olivetti typewriter or

a leopard skin pillbox hat

I am another

where you are not

                between

the present moment or

a place of grave vacancy

I am another

better than words

more lovely than

                a dream of

                serene wiles

I am another

a minute vertical line

counterpoint

to the void of course

I am another

here only to

translate the surge

                of           

arbitrary signs

               

**

There are nods in this poem to men I greatly admire: a recent Nobel Prize winner, the Senior Cohen, and someone who this summer, united a Canada I believe in and love, through music and compassion. Poetry, for me, is my outlet, it’s my vehicle, it’s my happy place - where today I have encapsulated three venerable human beings in the medium we each call home.

In propinquity,

Nic