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Look At Me, World

Morning Glories: Poems to kick-start your working day

feathers but no wings.
Time passes. The feathers
fade in the light, which regards them
softly and undoes
their delicate Velcro.

Look at me,
bones but no body.
Time passes. The bones
fall in love with the wind,
which teaches them to whistle.

Look, nails
but no fingers.
Time passes. The nails
erode in the rain
which is falling,
falling made visible,

made river.

Look at me.



From Strike/Slip

Don McKay is the author of eleven books of poetry, most recently Strike/Slip. He has won two Governor General’s Awards for Poetry and has been shortlisted twice for the Griffin Poetry Prize, most recently for Camber: Selected Poems, which was a Globe and Mail Notable Book of the Year. He is currently Writer-in-Residence at the University of Toronto.

The above excerpt from Strike/Slip by Don McKay. Copyright © 2006 by Don McKay. Reprinted by permission of McClelland & Stewart. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.