Songs of Gems and Bones
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Michelle Rebidoux
A native of southern Ontario, Michelle Rebidoux studied art, philosophy, and religious studies at various Canadian universities, receiving her PhD in religion and culture from McGill University in 2008. She currently resides in St. John’s, Newfoundland, where she teaches religious studies at Memorial University and theology at Queen’s College. Her first book of poetry, The Last Thing Is Longing, was published in 2021.
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Songs of Gems and Bones - Michelle Rebidoux
Songs from the Garden
Just When I Thought
Just when I thought I could
no longer breathe
or lift up either of my wings—
Look there!
she said to me,
pointing skyward,
Fall in love with that bird!
Fruiting Trees
It was something about an orchard,
something about a dream
in which suddenly the fecundity
of a great density of fruiting trees
made me pregnant again with my old longing.
And those who entered into that place—
into that orchard, into my longing—
well, they wondered whether the end of the world
or the very beginning it was
that they were seeing there.
One went mad.
One grew callous and blasphemed.
Another (whom I understood best of all) died there.
And one (whom I understood least) was at peace
in a lushness so unfathomable of space and time
that he knew the breath of trees.
But all I knew was that a blameless breeze
blew as if a wind from gods through that garden
gusted, and I felt it in my reins.
It ignited in me once more that old tender pain,
and I suffered the fecundity of fruiting trees.
Bird of the Forest
One day
a tree sprung up
right in the middle
of my garden.
The next day
another green shoot
burst forth
inside of one of my rooms.
Today I felt
a stirring within,
as of earth giving way
to roots in my heart.
Soon I’ll be
a forest myself,
dense and adorned
with the growth of Eden—
and there, deep-nestling
under boughs like
heavenly mantles’ blooms,
a bird sweet-trilling
with golden plumes
will sing to tell me
of Your love.
The Web
O! what a glory!
Light of the evening’s sun
adorns a magnificent
spider’s web spun
stretched between
two trees of my garden—
heroic, triumphant
in its craftsmanship,
inspired truth of that
great Weaver Supreme!
I moved around it carefully
while watering the green,
making sure to give it a berth.
But then, as is so oft
the way upon this earth,
I let my mind wander off
to some far place—
until, alas! I felt the web
break across my face,
destroying a labour
to me insurmountable.
And yet no god, it seems,
holds me accountable,
save that I offer up
a small penance with this poem—
while the spider begins again
to spin its home.
Gardener’s Guilt
Alas! that in my garden,
for my flowers to be well,
many small beings I must make to die.
Theirs is a world of immersed eating.
They have no concept of who I am.
They do not even fear me
when I come at them with
the unlovely intention of their non-being.
I am their hyper-object,
vague undulation among waves
of unimaginable busyness and hummings,
white noises and shades
moving in and out of their horizon.
They do not even shrink from me
when I come close so as to
obliterate their horizon.
And neither do they know
that I do not do so without remorse,
nor that a little poem,
writ by a hyper-heart in that deep guilt
required of all good gardeners,
does not excuse the fact that I have
killed them for the sake of my flowers.
Blue Flower
They say the Buddha gave a sermon
just by holding up a flower,
revealing form as formlessness,
a quivering spaciousness pregnant with the light.
Yet in that light, I think You also