Selected poems
4 July
The United States is 225 years old today,
Mordecai Richler is dead today,
Christ the Lord is risen today,
Alleluia.
What was born, who dies and lives forever.
What was damaged, lost, forgiven and reborn
Life and its many miracles
transformed, incited, resurrected, whole.
Why do I turn up every morning doing this?
Words hustle out of me
like prayers to a God I might yet meet.
Originally published in the Canadian Writer's Journal, August 2002