Poetry

David Holt photo

By

Penn Kemp

How Endings Multiply

Fox, at the end of a long shenanigan, you

are just fox, going about a fox’s affairs as

yourself. Taking care of the business of

survival, ensuring the propagation of your

species. Listen, I release you to the wild

that is your home, beyond fantasy land.

I realize you are real and on your own.

May you be protected from projection,

liberated from confining thought forms.

On your own, you’ll do just fine as long

as we humans don’t interfere with your

livelihood, your livelong neighbourhood.

May you be freed from old mythologies

that call you trickster, demon temptress,

ghost and fraudster. May you run free.

But one last word to thank you as always

for your presence, your feral visitations.

Long may you streak through my dreams.

Mary McDonald photo

Penn Kemp