Calgary Through the Eyes of Writers
The poet sits atop Nose Hill watching the Stampede fireworks. She surrenders to the “electric air,” sees in the darkness “night flowers/blossoming/gone.”
I imagine the trillions of human beings
that exist, have existed, will exist
marching through pre-history
history, post-history
imagine them as spurts of colour
jetting into the sky
flowering, facing
disappearing
as black takes them
absorbs them
but there is always another
another
and another flower opening with such intensity
Cecelia Frey, “Ode To Fireworks During Stampede,” Under Nose Hill (Bayeux Arts, 2009)