Encounter on the Beach

LakeWeyba Stone 001

What is it?

This object

Thrown across the sand by the tide.

Where has it been?

This object

Which nestles in it’s own crater.

Who’s seas has it seen?

This object

Buried deeply, a mystic thing.

Is it treasure?

This object

Overwhelmed by the flood.

Was it ever yours?

This object

A weapon under the sea of Mananon.

Can it ever be mine?

This object

If it was ever yours.

Too Late?

That object

Lost to me for a time under the closing tide.

Souvenirs

The World in my Apartment:

a coffee mug with Haida fish

a Grecian vase and soapstone Inuit owl

Laura’s black pot from the Fraser delta

two perfectly spherical stones
from the Capilano river

another (flat) stone
picked from the ground at Wounded Knee

my guitar
leaning against the wall
with a capo on the third fret
and souvenir buttons on the strap:
Graceland
Grand ol’ Opry
Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame
(to name a few)

a photograph of my father
as a young man in India
in the uniform of the Royal Air Force

trilobites from Ontario

my Mexican blanket with the Mitla motif

six pieces of charred paper blown from the
World Trade Center on 9/11
and picked off the streets of Brooklyn

photographs of Lake Louise