The Blairhampton Meditation Centre

Like an abject peasantry the snow
hugs the legs of the forest

A survey stake hoists orange tape
Dried claret backs the hemlock bark

Greedy for colour we quicken our step
at first glimpse of the no trespass sign

Quarantine yellow are the letters
and the border is the same as well

Now we stand before the vacant house
set on a half-acre of cleared bush

Whoever owns the place
brought it on a truck

There is no hydro
this far down the road

A blue plastic tarp fronts the shed
where the diesel generator was kept

The blinds hang askew in the window
The lap siding is faded to aquamarine

Between ourselves and the house
there is only unblemished snow

From the road we cannot see
where the chimney would be

In this emptiness the lama
wraps in burgundy robes

Douglas Smith, formerly a teacher of Anthropology at York University, is a homeopathic physician.and author of several books on alternative medicine. It is claimed (although Dissident Voice has no proof of this!) that Doug and his partner grow the best garlic in Haliburton County. Read other articles by Douglas.