Perspectives Poem by Cameron Gallant

Specks on a mirror
Their tiny masses dark on a thin sheet of silver and bathed in soft light

Unnamed, deserted islands
Eternal on the horizon of the northward Hudson Bay

Pepper to a flea
As black icebergs standing out from a plane of carpet

The alligators feared
On a dark Florida evening walking by a pond where only the reeds can be heard, whispering softly
The alligators’ scaly heads just slightly above the dark and algae-ridden surface
Unmoving and part of the landscape as they wait for the unwary to fall prey

A hockey glove
Left on an ice rink after a game
Passive on the undisturbed surface of the glossy arena
Which was freshly finished after the day’s disturbances

Terra-cotta statues
Lit with the murky yellow light of incandescents
Where only the tops of the many heads can be seen above a sea of bodies
Silents standing as an army for their fallen king and fallen dynasty

…

An old man went fishing
It was long since the time when he had been a child
As he gathered his belongings he turned and looked toward the waters
He saw half submersed rocks in a quiet lake at dusk

(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)