Not dark. That makes it June,
or close. The curtain’s a screen
for foliage. Downstairs,
their walks, blind signatures.
Floating in abridged beds,
sheets brittle and imbued
with backyard trees.
Even bicycles release
a sound in passing, tremulous
as insects. Awake, because
of the light. Loose thoughts
ascend to the white
ceiling: fantastic
Mr Fox’s plan, trick
knots, the voltage
in a friend’s stray touch,
visions of scoring from midfield.
Each night a penciled
tracing paper, overlaid to make
one form, almost opaque.
Words below, but aimless.
I forgot to memorize their faces.
Gods of fuselage and baggage trucks.
No, gods of clocks.
NightSadiqa de Meijer’s poetry has appeared in a number of journals, as well as in the Best Canadian Poetry in English series and in the anthology Villanelles. Her poem “Great Aunt Unmarried” won the 2012 CBC Poetry Prize.
by Sadiqa de Meijer
above/ground press broadside #312
& Queen’s University writer-in-residence (2012) poem-pick # 1
(curated by Phil Hall)
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