Poenaru

AUTHOR’S WRIT OF ENTANGLEMENT: Once upon a time it so happened that I wrote a poem for my wife. I did it in the blink of an eye - with transcending metaphoric swing. Which makes it a quite tangible product of rather intangible facts, I guess.Soon enough there would be a letter in my mailbox: a writ from Germany. The State Chancellory of Lower Saxony was ordering me to recite the poem in front of a select audience at the EXPO 2000 Hannover (nn in German). Jawohl!I found myself entangled in poetic duty. Time for take-off. Time for touchdown and taxi.The Air Canada’s CEO confirmed the authenticity of this so-called German Writ of Entanglement, and I boarded a Boeing 747 before you could say Boeing 747. The Atlantic Sea was being rolled out underneath my rushing aircraft with an extra layer of unpolluted bilingual blue waters by friendly blue whales that had come all the way from Tadoussac, Canada, to say Bonjour.Bonjour!So I flew - on a quiet, peaceful summer night, the lights of many places burning in my heart - from Toronto to Hannover borne against the wind to recite a poem built to last a million miles.When I returned to Toronto, I realised that in the meantime the CN Tower had pushed the skies higher. Way higher. Which was okay. The pilot, being, of course, a nice Canadian, took a short detour to let a flock of Real Canadian Super-Geese pass by on their way to the Real Canadian Superstore. Then he made a swift left turn, and I was back: home in Canada, my home and native land. Or maybe it was Europe all over ... Well, what do you know?Signed and sealed today, on the First of January, 2019 in true colours at theToronto premises of Sir A. S. Skunksalot & Associates (Barristers and Solicitors)