Song for the heart: Mount Royal Park

 

 

Tonight I call to my heart to return,

to give flesh to the dry beanlike

thing in its place. I dance, looking out

over the mountain at dusk, small lights

bright on the hillside – a whole city turning

dark – close my eyes and sing to it,

feel a flutter of wing beats,

 

like spring returning. One star sighted

just above the horizon. Feet planted on

wooden floor  feel   small   yet   part

of   sky  stars  mountain    breathing,

rocking on the soles of my feet.

 

Outside the window, streetlamps

line Park Avenue like pilgrims on their way

to the cross, light.

 

In Mount Royal park, an angel

spreads her wings over the dark.