New poem: "Opening Windows"

 

Opening Windows

 

“Many good poems have a kind

of widow-moment in them—they change

their direction of gaze in a way that

suddenly opens a broadened landscape

of meaning and feeling,” said Jane

Hirshfield in “Ten Windows.” Never

knowing what I’m going to see, I love

opening windows with my poetry. A

fleeting thought or image may come

to me, like a bird lighting on a tree; and

if I don’t catch the bird before it flies

away, I may never see what that window

would have opened up to me

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, November 16, 2025