Yesterday I thought that way until I went to bed my
regulated waking thinking interrupted in my dream the shadow of a man walked
through the very transparent window through which I viewed my world disrupted
what I had been pleased to call my chain of thought turned out to be not a hard
discrete chain at all but a smooth continuous though not entirely seamless skein
and thereafter a colourless stream
and thereafter again an interrupted stream broke
in splashes on the pavement slipped away dwindling in a rush of colours
never
to be redeemed again but never mind a new skin replaced the old in time and the
same two feet stood again as always too squarely on the ground as always
walking up the stairs and down again and up
Poem and photos by
Jamie Reid
Sculpture by
Greg Kawczynski
at Seymour Art Gallery
Deep Cove, BC
Poem and photos by
Jamie Reid
Sculpture by
Greg Kawczynski
at Seymour Art Gallery
Deep Cove, BC