Like Instruments by Susan Glickman

Poem name: Like Instruments Poet name: Susan Glickman Poem:  When I was a child whatever I saw stirred me: pinecone, seashell, duck, caterpillar, the sable-tipped russet hairs of a fox its golden eyes full of wilderness, the wilderness. Everything was tuned to the same vibration like instruments to concert A, despite the momentary dissonance  of red innards by the roadside, a squirrel’s corpse, grandparents dying one by one  younger than I am now though they seemed so old. Younger than I am now grandparents dying one by one,  a squirrel’s corpse  of red innards by the roadside. Despite the momentary dissonance, like instruments to concert A everything was tuned to the same vibration – the wilderness full of wilderness, its golden eyes; the sable-tipped russet hairs of a fox, pinecone, seashell, duck, caterpillar. Whatever I saw stirred me when I was a child. End of poem.  Credits and bio: Copyright © Susan Glickman Susan Glickman grew up in Montreal and lives in Toronto, where she works as a freelance editor and is learning to paint. She is the author of seven books of poetry, four novels for adults, three novels for children, a book of essays and a work of literary history. Find out more at