Arbutus on Maple Mountain. New pale green skin showing through.
Waiting
A sound so loud:
a dry leaf falling.
The ground littered
with yellow silences.
I walked here with you
once, the Arbutus grove, their leaves
dropping and their copper
peeling, the new-skin green
underneath. New skin.
How many times dear Lord
our new skin? Each
green silence?
Richard Osler, unpublished 2018
It is not often I feature a poem of mine in a blog. But I wanted to share this small poem I wrote after hearing that my dear friend Andy Parker from Houston, Texas was having kidney surgery on Thursday, July 12th to remove what is likely a cancerous tumour.
The 12th is an auspicious day in my family. My son Alex’s birthday and the birthday of my great uncle, Sir William Osler, the celebrated physcian. I hope it will turn out to be an auspicious day for Andy. A day when his full recovery begins. That new skin.
Peeling Arbutus in Montague Harbour, Galiano Island, B.C.
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Richard, your poem took my breath away, and that made me aware I haven’t breathed since I heard the news about Andy. Thank you for putting words to the prayer I’ve been holding on to and reminding me to breathe.
Dear, dear Donna: Ah, yes. Breathing. So great to hear from you. Sending much love your way on a whole bunch of breaths!