This Side of Beyond

by Wendy Visser
published in her book, ‘This Side of Beyond’, Craigleigh Press, 2011

Origami clouds drift across a paper sky
the quiver of a quail
a clump of daisies and my mother’s face
through imagination’s veil
on this hazy lazy row-away day
where the cry of a Muskoka loon
echoes over the lake lake lake
and memories too have their echoes
crisp soft crisp soft.
I steer the canoe with one paddle
feeling the water’s face
like a blind man who tries
to describe his lover
through his fingertips.
There is a sense
in the regal stance of northern trees
rooted near the shore
that He must have finished
His design right here
and with a flourish signed His name
to the whispery roll of these lullaby waves.

And now the cottage smoke
from a onshore chimney
sings its way through a twilight sun
while the loon preens a feather
from his overdue mate.
Lonely has no definition in this place
for the stillness is a magic key
to another kingdom
a counter clockwise turn
on the wheel of a distant dial.

Before the dark descends
on loons and me this side of beyond
I watch those origami clouds drift
across a paper sky
the quiver of a quail
a clump of daisies and my mother’s face.


Wendy Visser is a long time member of the Cambridge Writers Collective and this blog feature is one of the poems included in her just-released second poetry collection, ‘This Side of Beyond’. Books are available through the publisher, Craigleigh Press, or from the author.

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