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In Situ
No matter what we establish
it won't weather the storm
from us. Broken buttresses, rusty
lock gates, distorted reticula.
Along these lines we will have passed
and faded. The chromium carapace
with a riveted smile. Metallic musical
dispatch emanating from
the demolition man's plunge.
Those with whom we bonded
and loved become merely voids
to show for that. A lunar chalk
outline through heavy fog
on the wharf. Wet wooden planks
treacherous beneath my feet.
Missing risers on the gangway
ladder. My intermittent breath rising
on airy rungs. I loved you when I
thrived in this place by the sea.
There's a tangled skein of cordage
upon the bleach sand strand. Plastic
pop can rings populate tall reeds
at the river's delta. We are outlasted
by these aspects, by the image of
subsistence without our presence.
Gregory Wm. Gunn was born in Windsor, Ontario in 1960, grew up in four small towns
throughout Ontario before moving to London in 1970. A graduate of Fanshawe College in 1982
as an electronics technician, he has worked steadily in that field of endeavour ever since.
Writing for nearly thirty years, he is most passionate about poetry. Other interests include
music, astronomy, philosophy, photography, ancient civilisations, foreign languages, and gardening.
Email: Gregory Wm. Gunn
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