Karen Solie

(1966 / Moose Jaw)

All That Is Certain Is Night Lasts Longer Than The Day - Poem by Karen Solie

Look at your past, how it's grown.
You've known it since it was yea high. Still, you,
as you stand now, have never been there. Parts worn out,
renewed, replaced. Though you may bear the same name.
You're like the joke about the axe.

In time you've learned that to behave badly isn't
necessarily to behave out of character. To thine own self
be true. In script above the nation's chalkboards,
the nation's talkshows. And not a great idea,
depending. It's too much for you, I know.

One day your life will be a lake in the high country
no one will ever see, and it will also be the animals
of that place. Its figures indistinguishable from ground.
All of time will flow into it.

Leave the child you were alone. The wish to comfort her
is a desire to be comforted. Would you have
her recognize herself buried alive
in the memories of a stranger? Avoideth the backroads,
doublewides of friends, and friends of friends. . . .
Some of what you would warn against
has not yet entered her vernacular.

She travels unerringly toward you, as if you are the North.
Between you, a valley has opened.
In this valley a river,
on this river an obscuring mist.

A mist not unlike it walks the morning streets, comments on
the distinction of Ottawa from Hull, Buda
from Pest, what used to be Estuary from what used to be
Empress and the ferry that once ran between them.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 12, 2017



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