ALL THE WILD WINDS OF THE WORLD
GO HOWLING THROUGH YOU
as you write one more poem of longing
and send it shivering into the next world
because, inside you, it no longer has a home.
What do you expect –
to sit under the cedar trees
all day and come away the wiser?
Your boy on the winter beach knee-deep in foam,
laughing and stumbling towards his father’s arms,
like the rest of us, perhaps, longing for home.
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This poem will be published in Origami Dove, Susan Musgrave’s new collection of poetry from M&S due out in spring 2011.
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Susan Musgrave has been a League member since the 1970s (on and off). She lives near Masset, on Haida Gwaii, off the northwest coast of British Columbia.
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