This may become my perch,
my point of view -
this ugly porch
on Anywhere Street
in Anywhere, Ontario.

I may sit here all spring,
all summer,
weather permitting
or not
with beady eye out
for shiny things,

waving neighbours passing
hellos and good evenings,
for seed bearing bright
popping like worms
out of rich soil,
for sun jeweled rising
and setting, beginning and
ending.

Spiders may find me
perched here, still enough
to deck out in silk, sparkling
with dew.

I can think of no purpose finer
than to facilitate and end
to Ariadne's thirst.

It may seem greedy to let
myself be
this perched, dusty being
clothed in web and dew,

perched with beady eye out
for shine, huddled against night sky
and rain gloom,

but I can think of nothing finer.

RSG
04.08.06

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