Damascus there was a time I thought it would all make sense the mysteries unravel a secret knot revealed on the inside spindle of everything. was sure there was a certain age when magic tricks and miracles became transparent. it has been a disappointment part of the gradual attrition of doubt. I have learned to expect less accept the unknowing. the body fails memory fades no secret code decrypted no new particle of creation found. there was a time I believed in nothing had almost given up when a space opened between one word and the next and the whole composition of things changed: the sky shifted the road fell and there was no escape from wonder
Born (1951) and raised in Ladysmith on Vancouver Island, Ken Cathers has a B.A. from the University of Victoria and a M.A. from York University in Toronto. Has been published in numerous periodicals, anthologies as well as seven books of poetry, most recently Letters From the Old Country with Ekstasis Press. Lives in the country with his family and his trees.