Poems

These are my poems thus far. Not great poems, not good poems, but stuff I wrote while on this trip. Forgive!

Sunset on the Prairies

At a certain hour, the egg broke
and sun-yoke spilled,
piercing the horizon
leaving behind
the hour of God's handiwork -

Now brilliant azure and smokey lavender
burn clear across the blue.
Now the deer crosses home,
and tractors turn back on their rural routes,
their drivers stomachs grumbling of supper
and the long hard day beckons to sleep.

The sunset lights up one end
of the sky, and on the other
the moon calmly watches
and lights her stars
like evening candles,
one by one.

- Saskatchewan, June 30th.


Cold Morning in Manitoba

The cold consumes
even in July.
The morning starts with white
layers of breath, frosted windows,
white clouds like a gauzy haze.
The sun and the light,
diluted by the vastness.

On this flat land the wind
wakes first and sweeps away
the dusty light, sweeps
the land clean of warmth.

- Manitoba, June 30th



Rainy Day on HWY 17

When the wind howls, the metal
rattles, the windshield wipers
refuses to lift, to move,
to go against the sharp
needle-point rain that
comes bearing down like
a storm of bugs.

The black asphalt ground,
the grey steel sky
mirror each other and
merge on the tip
of the lonely highway.
There they kiss and jealous trees
lean away. They sway
and we sway
in the car.
The highway loops around,
curves and undulates,
trying to escape - and us,
we get blown like a little moth
caught in a storm.

- Ontario, June 30th.