View from my room at Sage Hill Writing Experience

View from my room at Sage Hill Writing Experience

This morning, the magpie
took me out of my dream.

Squawking and stalking the grass
under the hydro
stand where the owl
sat, hooting, hotly seeking
a mate. I was not

anywhere in the west
at that moment, my
mind watching the smoulder
of a stump turning to ash
on the edge

of Lake Huron, in a village
that burned to ground.

This is what it is, this deep
immersion, the call

and answer of words, making
such captivating clamour, seeking

the string that holds
them together
to create a creature
with wings.

– Lauren Carter

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