Three Poems
By M.S. McLeod
Understanding
Understanding seeps across the room
like warm blood,
coagulating around the shapes
hunched over the desks,
waiting for the light
to click on in the brains
thirsty for answers.
Erasure
Slowly, very slowly,
bits and pieces that are part
of the person you have been
begin to fuzz, then disappear,
from a printed page
that can change
the shape and character
of the text,
until finally,
it ceases to exist altogether.
Is it time?
For a long time
well, not really immortal,
just unlikely to die for years and years and years.
And then, as I got older,
I knew I would die . . . eventually . . .
but that was sometime
in the distant future.
And now, I am afraid,
for there is a good possibility
that eventually is right around the corner, and I don’t know where to go from here.
M.S. McLeod is a writer-broadcaster and author of Is It Just Me…Or is Everyone’s Life Like This? as well as short stories for children and adults performed by the author on CBC radio. A New Brunswick native, McLeod has lived and worked in Nova Scotia for the past 30 years.