Monday's Poem

Wendy Morton

Call It

a tango,
call it wanting to dance with Neruda,
call it the waltz
in the Cartier-Bresson photograph
all black and white swirl
of silk and perfume.
Call it the foxtrot,
the two step, the cha-cha,
oh, call it the fandango.
Call it unsweetened,
the dark, the white, the bitter.
Call it the majorette's costume
left at the station.
Call it larkspur, roses and hello.
Call it the garden of rust on bridges.
Call it heartbreak, rattlesnake,
blizzard, sorrow.
Call it hummingbird, heron,
raven, gull.
Call it fogline and salt.
Call it love,
call it your own magnolia,
your own sweet tango.

     When Wendy Morton's first book of poetry, Private Eye, was published in 2001, she knew she had to find some way to turn her poetry into currency. One day she called up WestJet Airlines, suggested she read poems for the passengers and write poems for them in exchange for flights. After some enthusiastic urging, they said yes, and so she became WestJet's Poet of the Skies. She has turned her poems into the currency that has provided her with a PT Cruiser from DaimlerChrylser, luxurious hotel rooms from The Fairmont Hotels, vitamins from Prairie Naturals, a digital camera from Fuji. The queen, in Alice in Wonderland, says to Alice, "Why, when I was your age, I imagined 6 impossible things before breakfast." Wendy imagined that poets all across Canada could commit "random acts of poetry" on strangers: read them a poem and give them a book.
     In 2004 , 27 poets across Canada did just that. In 2005, there were 27 in Canada and 9 in England, Scotland, Ireland, and Northern Ireland committing Random Acts of Poetry.
      She has published 2 other books of poetry, Undercover and Shadowcatcher, published by Ekstasis Editions. She is at work on her memoir, 6 Impossible Things Before Breakfast.