Matthew King used to teach philosophy at York University in Toronto; he now lives in what Al Purdy called "the country north of Belleville", where he tries to grow things, counts birds, takes pictures of flowers with bugs on them, and walks a rope bridge between the neighbouring mountaintops of philosophy and poetry.
On Two Reflections of Narcissus as Vampire
We're enraptured by these reflections of our own
reflections, originals seemingly sunken
in surfaces, our faces effaced but our hands
showing themselves in everything. We love our work.
Who apart from the passing birds would think to look
for naked tree-tops slightly blurred in the breeze, see
they're the same
between one flash and the next
the wing of a dragonfly slicing through the light
cuts it just enough to expose the shadow space
we've hidden in between the water and the sky