“hope you have your camera

hope you have some paper

cause if no one gets this down

then it’s gone…”                              

targlyphs and what i imagine to be primrose

and grass green as a forgotten sea

and tenderness

what i know of it

soft and spirited and surrounding me like a dream of him

and here in my hand

a river rock

weightless for its rounded, warm state

that will dissipate

as all of this does

and spell and sky bound

and into the sea and sky again

an inarticulate language that fills me as full as would a raucous bird caught here in my chest

letting go an inescapable awareness

of tether and drift

(words borrowed from Jane Siberry, The Speckless Sky, 1985)

Targlyph: the term I penned for designs found on the streets of my hometown, also shown in photo above…