Gone Days by Pamela Medland

Poet name: Pamela Medland Poem name: Gone Days Poem: There are the times, often now, when I counsel 		Sleep on it When I say 		Hug the cat When I know I am not 		aligned with the world, when the world is not aligned 		with itself, when there are no lines, 		those perfect connected ellipses  Those are the days when hollow me peeks out, when I’m all outline and no substance, when dead you and your fellows are all hard edge and no soft chat  Those are the days I say 		Water the plants, 		Deadhead the flowers  Those are the days I say 		I’m sorry, 		I didn’t know End of poem.  Credits and bio: Copyright © Pamela Medland Previously published in The War Memory Project, A. Bryan, V. Hansen and R. Van Eck, eds. (Calgary: Alexandra Writers Centre, 2019). Pamela Medland divides her time between Treaty 7 territory and the traditional lands of the Snuneymuxw people. A graduate of Simon Fraser University and the University of Toronto, when not writing poetry Medland serves as the Director of the Airdrie Public Library.