Reblogged from pipersfrithblog.wordpress.com:
Once upon time, I began contemplating Piper’s Frith before I knew it existed.
My contemplation began on the same day that I arrived to Newfoundland, in 1962.
Now, who would believe such thing?
That a sixth-month old mewling, Bombay/Mumbai to Gander, might foresee her own later-self, forty-nine years forward—
October 25, 2011. Evening. Cabin #7 at Kilmory, on the Burin Peninsula.
Cabin #7 inside the floorboards creak their wood-bound whisperings: What if the lights go out? What if the heat stops working? Where is the flashlight? Is there a flashlight?
Outside: The storm comes on, the wind—
Cabin #6 the blue light of an lcd flickering…
Cabin #7 I shall resist the impulse to double-check the gas stove. All the gurgles of the Fridge are as the chatter of a friend.
Outside the wind starts in on a louder howl.
Cabin #6. lcd blue light off
Cabin #7. Once I have done watching the dark for signs of commotion, I will boil water for peppermint tea.
Cabin #7 Inside, the wood creaks its secrets to the gurgling Fridge, the tick-tick-gas stove.
Outside over a scarp of land, over scars, fissures, roaring.
Cabin #7. No cell phone, no line phone, no internet. Enough light. Heat. Running water. Time moves this pen across paper.
Outside: up country, having moved off its most eastern point. Writing the Avalonian Shield.
Cabin #7 Inside-reading John Steffler by way of Don McKay.
Dedication: from Don, “the reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away” (A.R. Ammons)
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