....Balcarres, Saskatchewan!
Two teams skated onto glassy ice
embedded with red and blue.
Speeding young men
carved the glistening ice
with finely honed skate blades.
The puck dropped.
Hockey sticks slapped.
Players crashed into the boards.
Bundled up against the noisy cold of the hockey rink
I was back - only a few years -
at my hometown hockey rink,
watching two other hockey teams
at another time
in another town.
“There is no mysterious essence we can call a ‘place’,
Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and
preserved in the amber of memory.”
~ J.A.Baker, The Peregrine: The Hill of Summer & Diaries:
The Complete Works of J.A.Baker
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