I’d like to think of you
wearing an iron mask like Hamlet;
I’d like to imagine you with powers
from his bardic creator.
I want to follow your flawless pattern,
I need to grip this organic rhythm.
But I’m just a junior fencer,
too excited to expose my faint.
In this page-sized room
you draw solemn sentences;
each line break strikes me hard
from the master of our old art.
Behind antique curtains,
someone must be listening.
With each bout I am doomed
by the light-thrusting Swords:
part from you, part from myself.
Light Through Fogs was written upon the request of our city for Parapan Am Torch Relay event during my term of Mississauga’s Inaugarul Poet Laureate. I then read it at Parapan Am Torch Relay on August 5, 2015