From A Well-Mannered Storm: The Glenn Gould Poems, published by Caitlin Press in 2008.I hummed, I drummedmy feet, conductedmyself and anyone elsewho’d pay attention, or notwhole carols, anthems, hymnsmy bodya pulse and thrumvibrating, penduluma rhythmicthrob and flutterin a roll and pitchsee-sawing, a diving board itsupward oscillation a palpitationthe room a seismiclurching all those pitchingmicrophones a-flutterand I ask,(an aside to the engineerbeside the tape recorder,open-mouthed)Did I sing?