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 Capital of  the minimal
I a i n   L o n i e

from Crusoe’s Canoe


Do nothing for a bit: listen to the surf
and think hard about trees: how, left alone
they turn themselves into banana shapes, or how
they hold a man’s curve like a hammock, ride
the big winds without going under.
Think then of canoes, how stem and prow
hold themselves together like hands in prayer:
how they’ll always want to be
splaying themselves back into trees again
lying horizontal under the heavy sands

and sending up the green shoots vertical.

[TETP, McIndoe, 1986]


© The Estate of Iain Lonie 2004


Last updated 11 July, 2004