peace after childhood

the hwy calls out in a wet moment
the dark calls out through the northumberland hills
the snow belt calls 401 passing napanee

the city calls out above the lights
the pole lights call out to the country wolves
the house calls out when the darkness takes sleep

in the travelling there is peace
in the landing there is peace
in the wondering there is peace
in the waiting to get home – you realize perhaps you already are

the hwy crawls into corduroy blindness
the sun crawls behind the furnace and dies
the snow melts away to the usual madness

the city calls and ignores the province
the pole lights call turning wolves into wild dogs
the house calls out and the kitchen fridge stays lit

in the meditation there is travelling
in the flying there is pause
in the blank stare there is lost anger
in the leaving home there is no returning






About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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