a living dog is better than a dead
lion, said wise king solomon,
who hated mondays as much
as we do. he was right about
so many things, life is what
it is, even when it’s ugly.
the joints ache, the fenders
rust, and yet—
every sunrise is a baptism.
high tides and low tides
pregnant with their opposites,
melody of melted snow.
grace, like invisible feathers on your cheek.
life dreaming itself into wakefulness,
saying hello in angelic alphabets.
—Darrell Epp lives in Hamilton, Ont.
