An online journal of contemporary canadian poetry & poetics
Number 5.2 July 2002



 

ON BEING A CANADIAN


I was born in another country,
came here at a later date
in order to breathe the air.
Some might call that freedom.
My falling in love with this country
was a slow, steady process,
until now I am the snow and the ice,
the pines and the cities,
my allegiances sworn to these things,
my life an offering to the vast open empty spaces
that include us all.