Not the beating, but the
breath
of a motor, nearly silent,
alerts me and I turn
to see
into myself,
and into you, and into this
wild universe
faintly
suggesting life ….
a tiny boat sputters along
without lights this
moonless night …
black sky, black sea, black mountains …
black, black, black is everywhere.
It scares me just a bit and yet
he moves …
a man at peace
alone
in the vast.
night
The Night Flier
Thank you all for the incredible opportunity to see, to learn, and to love once again in this magical place called Listowel.
If you’re in town, please join us tonight, 5:00 – 7:00 at Olive Stack Gallery, where Laura McKellar and I will be shamelessly flaunting our passions.
Love Always,
Pam
The Night Fliers
She takes me by the hand and
points toward
life,
then whispers
— you can do it —
all it takes is one great gasp,
and truth is lightning
in your hands
and heart
forever
more.
Pam Goode Writes 