(All eyes on Canada)

It’s election eve for Canada. Most signals suggest the country will reject their Trumpian conservative candidate, in a turn of events sparked by the administration’s threats to Canadian sovereignty and identity. The poem today is a reminder yet again that sunk costs should not matter – going forward we should consider what is coming, not what cannot be recouped. This election can also be expected to shape what’s coming – let’s hope they choose wisely!

Bread and Butter
WS Merwin


I keep finding this letter 
To the gods of abandon, 
Tearing it up: Sirs, 
Having lived in your shrines
I know what I owe you- 

I don't, did I ever? With both hands
I've forgotten, I keep
Having forgotten. I'll have no such shrines here.
I will not bow in the middle of the room
To the statue of nothing
With the flies turning around it.
On these four walls I am the writing.

Why would I start such a letter?
Think of today, think of tomorrow. 
Today on the tip of my tongue, 
Today with my eyes, 
Tomorrow the vision,
Tomorrow

In the broken window
The broken boats will come in,
The life boats 
Waving their severed hands, 
And I will love as I ought to
Since the beginning.