Just before my long hiatus I received this beautiful image "Poem in Ice" taken January 1, 2015 from Kris Ito. It makes perfect timing for a small digression from 'The Magnificent Pile' and a perfect bridge, for beginning again. Thanks Kris!
Here it is in October 2014, freshly written and left at my favourite talk-to-The-Spit site – below the lighthouse, a little over the rubble cliff edge.
To The Leslie Street Spit,
Almost mid-October now (I’m glad all your notes have gone – too much to read!)
Thanksgiving weekend to be more accurate.
No matter the amount of wiping, your surfaces
still bleed the ink. It’s just too cold for the dew to
release on this breath-visible morning.
It felt imperative today, absolutely appropriate, to
thank you for your existence, your magic,
your small-gap revelation of the universe,
a little like Oz, not the sham of him. It’s the glimpse
behind the curtain…a moment so brief, it can be
Creative spirit and instinct mingle here. I’ve not seen it
so clearly anywhere else before. I love you for this
and for all you draw from the natural world, from
the human world, from me and the pen.
You are indeed a temenos, a holy place, in the best
Thank you for the slim edge that you are, where the
natural and the deconstructed built worlds dance –
and the monarchs, this morning, so many exquisitely
With profound appreciation,
the pen and the camera and me
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