As poetry month draws to a close, here’s a little poem published on the Chaudiere Books blog. Like a lot of people, this past year I drew a lot of solace and pleasure from getting outside, and this poem is about driving home to Calgary from a trip to Bragg Creek.
zoetrope
we drive through the strobe
of the low winter sun
through the lodgepole pines
the foothills
ripple out
the c-train headlights
flash through the fence posts
bow trail gives way
to the reflection of sunset
gleaming off the city