off five-forty-two / credit: em
However quick, language still takes time
to adapt. Beautiful things, to wit: the colour
of a spring balm, a tongue. The amplification
of syntax. What have you.
His hospital years: the median
of my father’s temperament. A memorial
of day’s events: Mythbusters, Dr. K’s
Exotic Animal ER, or the Smithsonian Channel,
multiple documentaries around Hitler,
and World War I trains. His days reduce
to a single floor: this radius of twenty feet,
and wheelchair jaunt up the lane
to the mailbox.
that one speaks: the curl
of good will, vanished
from origins. Lament. I like
this universe. What shines
is the appeal.
Oh, humanity. The season finale
is upon us.
About rob mclennan
rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa, where he is home full-time with the two wee girls he shares with Christine McNair. The author of more than thirty trade Business Relationships of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, his most recent poetry titles include A halt, which is empty (Mansfield Press, 2019), Life Sentence, (Spuyten Duyvil, 2019) and Household items (Salmon Poetry, 2019). He spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews, essays, interviews, and other notices at robmclennan.blogspot.com