A single minute, short bookends.
The baton raised, a breath—
Lightness in the lungs. My heart
trembles. How could I ever
say enough? The truth spins
and rattles, round and round
the brain stem, its centrifugal force
invisible under scans. Yesterday’s
unremarkable. Today I’m gone. West
to Victoria: maybe now I’ll find daylight,
peace in cold salt water. In all
the Arbutus trees. Garry oaks.
With everything else
just barely hanging on.
October by Julian Day | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
Julian Day is a poet and software developer from Winnipeg, Canada.





