Ordinary Hours
By Karen Enns
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Karen Enns
Karen Enns grew up in a Mennonite farming community in southern Ontario. She currently lives and writes in Victoria, B.C., where she works as a private piano instructor. Her first book of poetry, That Other Beauty, was nominated for the Gerald Lampert Award.
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Ordinary Hours - Karen Enns
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I
Prelude
Nothing is happening.
Rachmaninoff plays in the other room
but there is nothing here. No heavy veils lifting,
no burning cities or collapsing kingdoms.
No one is drinking wine and talking politics.
No one is laughing uproariously in their chairs.
There are no communists in sight, high priests
or seers, prophets or angels, no dark horses
taking to the hills. Not a train in view
or bicycle, no bells or chimes,
the light is simply window light.
There is no moon, no path
to take you through the underbrush,
through rain or sleet to clearings and wide vistas
or a glimpse of lemon trees against a low stone wall.
No one comes carrying a package,
an orphaned child or green apples in their arms.
There are no hands at the window, no doves
or nightingales perched on the eaves,
no blooming trellises or dusted flagstone walks.
There are no tin roofs from which to see
the domes of cathedrals or the sea.
No rivers, nomads or sacred bulls.
The walls are white.
The floor is made of wood.
There is absence, not emptiness,
and something close to echo.
A Sign
In June we were carried away by the length of days.
We walked the streets like lovers, full of the light
and the whole green, blooming world.
We imagined ourselves eternal.
And when the cottonwoods released their white down
over the fields and the schoolyard square,
the children playing
lifted their hands and faces to the sky
like shepherds toward a star.
In disbelief it seemed at the time,
but when I think of it now,
believing.
Storm
Always the aunts with their thick legs
and the straining lawn chairs under the chestnut trees.
That Sunday then, a wind kicked in,
the chestnuts over us were huge and swaying
and the first drops of rain came hard.
The aunts began with warnings
as they gathered up the plates