The Transit of Venus
Venus is rolling across the sun
on the TV screen above our heads.
Aglow, you speak of work,
your sister, a garden project.
You touch my hand, whisper,
"Look, the waitress, how beautiful,"
and I look and see she is lovely.
You place your hand on my arm.
and then speak of the one grief
that shadows your life
I tell you what I have read:
No one alive has ever seen Venus
roll across the sun like this.
In 2012 she will do it again
then not for 105 years.
The passage takes under two hours.
We speak of the transit of Venus
and what makes beauty.
Is it our eyes, our dreams, the forms
we make to frame our griefs?
Whether it is the stepchild of time.
As our words move across my mind,
I see how beautiful we are.
-- Gary Hyland
Susan Stenson (left) with Victoria BC transit bus driver.
Random Acts of Poetry
“I love to promote poetry anywhere, will stop strangers to read them poems and otherwise commit random acts of poetry. I thought it would be a good idea for poets across Canada to do the same thing.”
-- Wendy Morton, Founder