...this morning, pushing the wood smoke back down the chimneys. Earlier the sky, clad in worn grey flannel, brushed my peripheral vision as I biked and soon I began to see two ghosts - one poking me straight in the eye, the other bouncing off the left lense of my glasses.
Perhaps I wouldn't have noticed them if I hadn't been reading the first installment of the 2004 Caroline Heath Memorial Lecture, "Anne Szumigalski and Eli Mandel: Two Visions of Blake" by George Elliott Clarke, which appears in the January/February 2005 issue of Freelance. After I heard Clarke deliver the lecture back in October, I looked forward to reading it, wanting to linger on whatever it was that moved me as I listened to him speak about these two great Saskatchewan poets. Sure enough, as I read it I felt again that strange stirring, a stirring I cannot describe much less explain. The sky, still in its old pajamas, seems to be waiting for me to figure it out.