Sunday

Sleep In
Sunday
Worship
Sunday
Visit
Sunday
Nachos
Sunday
Football
Sunday
Nap
Sunday
Read
Sunday
Football
Sunday
Pizza
Sunday
Rest

With Dad at the Saskatoon Auction Mart

"Keep your hands in your lap
You don't want to buy anything
Like a sheep or something"
(but I do)
And the great crowd of men
And the noise
And the smell of salt and and hay and oil and manure
And we're going to the concession 
(I can't believe it!)
And I'm going to get a Vico (that's chocolate milk) and a bag of chips
And you're getting a hamburger (too much for me)
And I reach up to take your hand in the crush
But it's not you
And I freeze

But 
Then

I find you 
And I take your hand
And everything is alright with the world again 
And it's the best day 
And I'm with my Dad
And I could have bought a sheep (or a peacock)
And I have a Vico and a bag of chips

Eight.




Reminiscing

Remembering other Christmases
Bravely begging
Uncle Wes
For one more ride
behind the skidoo
On a too cold Saskatchewan 
winter's afternoon 

Your skin

I want to crawl inside your skin
And be sheltered
From the world
That is too rough for me
Too much for me

I want to crawl inside your skin
And be sheltered

For a while. 

A Scream

I have a scream inside of me
Deep
Primordial
If I scream it 
I will rend in two
If I don't scream it
I will rend in two
Where are you O sister of mine?
Where are you?
I want you back

I 

Want 

You 

Back

For Laura

In the storm 
Words rush out
Unfettered

Thank you 

For taking me seriously

And also 

Not seriously

For getting it

My friend

#apoemadayalmost

			

Random

Random bits coalesce
And I'm undone

Trying to finish 
The quilt we started
A meal so far in the future 
That it should 
Be irrelevant today
And yet it is.

Where are you dear heart?
I miss you.

#apoemaday

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