On Sitting Beside the CN Tower

Day bleeds into night
And night
Night bleeds black
I wax and wane
Like the waves
Like air under wings
Smooth black feathers
And a subtle cry
Soaring low above the water
Patrolling its currents
Its consciousness, its mind
Is mine
Never tiring
Trying to reach beyond these skies
These darkened lines
Your height, your grey greatness
Intimations: omnipotence, penetration

~ c.p.grisold

© 2002