A poet’s funeral is wide as the world

They said he was a great poet
which set me off
to find him
in Geddes discovered

And so I sat down
outside it was raining
To read the poems of Irving Layton
who died yesterday

At the funeral,
praise and humour,
a resilience in loss
We watched on tv
who didn’t know him
and wished now we did

On the radio
Leonard is reading
from the poet’s shimmering pool
How fortunate
His reflection remains
The lighting of many candles
Birth days
He rests but still stirs

Jan 9, 2006