For Julian Assange

To brother julian
held in belmarsh
I transmit this vision
of a northern lake
ruffled by wind,
pebbles clicking
like a key in the lock

Alone on the beach
with fall in the air
I skirt melancholy
by recalling your exploits
in revealing state secrets,
bamboozling the spooks
while concealing sources

Dry leaves crackle
like rumors in the pen;
like squads of cops
in the prison yard
heavy clouds gather.
The water is still warm
but I care not to swim

After years of captivity
your meditation may be
well advanced – enough
to pierce the mandala
of drab cinder block
that rings your heart,
bright flower in gloom

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.