O silent trapeze artist
weaver of wet meadows
your city has invisible paths
where we get stuck
where we watch the leaves dance
hear the blossoms croon
where we learn the brief escape
of our own rituals glued to these mortal
threads. Soon we will become you—
great weaver of new directions
but we won’t know it
and neither will you.
This poem was first published in Threads: Poems from the Web of Life (Canadian Unitarian Council 2008).
Janet Vickers’ poems have appeared in several Canadian anthologies and literary journals. She has been an Associate Member of the League of Canadian Poets for four years, and is currently publisher of Lipstick Press.