Selected Poems
Chasing Yesterday
Abandoned across northern plains
we progress west, past stoned walls
opened by shadows. Leaning barren barns
covered in warped wood shingles dangle
like hanging autumn leaves. Waiting.
Cattle doors moan secrets in harsh hushed
lullabies to rust riddled cross beams.
Waiting, for everything to, finally, let go.
Near sunset, wind begins a hiss
and curse with cold throat threats.
These fields demand to be left alone
and warn today's trespassers away
with parting shots of stinging snow.
Saskatchewan grasses play and wave
goodbye with finders-keepers fingers.
These pastures and failed farms have earned
what was forgotten and consider yesterdays, sacred.
We will never catch yesterday, the car pulls away.
Objects in the rearview mirror are closer than they appear
just out of reach and grow thin on the horizon of memory.
we progress west, past stoned walls
opened by shadows. Leaning barren barns
covered in warped wood shingles dangle
like hanging autumn leaves. Waiting.
Cattle doors moan secrets in harsh hushed
lullabies to rust riddled cross beams.
Waiting, for everything to, finally, let go.
Near sunset, wind begins a hiss
and curse with cold throat threats.
These fields demand to be left alone
and warn today's trespassers away
with parting shots of stinging snow.
Saskatchewan grasses play and wave
goodbye with finders-keepers fingers.
These pastures and failed farms have earned
what was forgotten and consider yesterdays, sacred.
We will never catch yesterday, the car pulls away.
Objects in the rearview mirror are closer than they appear
just out of reach and grow thin on the horizon of memory.
