Your resolve to leave
had grasshopper’s legs
and catapulted you
several body lengths
in one jump. In a matter
of days, you were snapping
past disgrace and heartache
as if they were truck stops
on the Trans Canada.
Too busy leaping
to feel anything but high.
I’m more the spider type,
elaborate mandala,
so hungry I could
eat my weight in wings.
Watch me turn a monk’s cell
into bitter arithmetic.
Loving me was cramped,
everything cornered.
How I miss the endless
twisting of you.
~ From Disturbing the Buddha (Brick Books, 2016)
