AFTER RUDDER’S
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Yarmouth, NS 8:30pm
I saw that institutional building
in the sunset haze
over Yarmouth Harbour
perhaps for the last time
— Oh how I can taste being entrenched there
“Patient X”
a basket case
“with delusional aspects”
Who wouldn’t eat
for years it seemed
yet turning out of Yarmouth
a pink ray fell upon My Page
“Don’t bury me
Cos I’m not dead yet”
– The Mystery Dance (Elvis Costello)
Thank you, Ben
That “pink ray” is a lovely end – or even a beginning…