Pools Of Light

Summer nights around the house – when the angle of sunlight turns the mundane into dramatic.

It’s enough to get lost in. Evenings like this, there’s entertainment in simply watching the light move, and shape, and shift.

Like some mythic, benevolent dictator, the sun shows its preferences in direct ways. A set of headphones here, the neighbors yard over there. You can’t question it. You just record it.

And hope the light shines on you.

Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there
Go wherever you choose

The Tragically Hip, “Vapour Trails



Came upon us much too soon,
Then was gone.
Like the mountains of the moon
At dawn.

Then the sun came up on a sleepy day
And never went down at night.
And the crowd kept on singin’ “Waste Away”
but it just didn’t feel right.
And the prince and the drummer and the fire girls
Couldn’t get our guitars in tune.
And I knew it was over when the sound man said,
“I wish we were still in June”

Spock’s Beard, “June”