Coyote Song
Coyote Song
Missed Connections in Montreal
The forest has a song to share
in rustles and whispers
The birds have their songs composed only
for the first rays of the dawn
Coyote, deadened on his haunches,
perks an ear to listen
The river has a song
in gurgles, kisses and spits
promises the cure for thirst
And the mighty ocean sings loudly
roaring it’s symphony to the shore
about time and a fool’s crude certainties
And around the craggy jut where he sits
even the hollow wind whistles a tune
While he and the moon
stare each-other down
And one lonely note remains but
Hung, precariously in his throat.
Her Two Cents
I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the writing that is posted to the Montreal and Toronto missed connections. Regardless of whether it’s a reoccurring publishing activity or a one-time out-pouring of emotion, it’s still exciting to discover these hidden creative expressions. This poem made me recall a trip to Newfoundland many years ago; a wild and remote place with scattered outposts of human settlement that serves to remind us we aren’t the only ones who call this land our home.
