Caroline writes poems
on the back of her homework,

in the margins of her notebook.

She imagines the world
beyond the long grasses,

the thronged stalks

of waving grain
the solemn-eyed cattle,

of her family's farm

in western Canada.

In much the same way,

from my two-room flat

on the fringes of a mid-sized

American metropolis,
I sit here imagining
the world of Caroline.

How grateful she is,
how grateful I am,
for the evidence
of "poemists" out there!

An archipelago of solitudes.

A communion of souls.