With Klee Wyck by my side,
Book of Small  – from the library –
rising and falling
on my young sleeping chest,
I found her first
under my pillow –
           
Coming in dreams
with canvas and paint,
sweep of the trees rising through light,
raw stumps  shadowed skies –
in the sound of her paintings
a whispering voice

You can do the impossible
You can be who you are.

A variation of this poem first appeared in Musings: An Anthology of Work by the Collingwood Writers’ Collective (Collingwood Public Library, 2016).
Used here with the author’s permission.