FINDING THE FIELD WITH NO ROADS
I cast my bread on the waters,
what I’d wanted and loved
shuffled off on a raft, waved,
promised to call
then never looked back.
Sometimes grief braids a rope,
crafts a cage or a prison.
I set the last brick, found a noose
coiled round my neck.
What could I do but build a scaffold
and climb to this common vista,
The Life You Wanted is Gone.
You Are Here, the map says
You are here, field with no roads,
you are just a brown sparrow,
mounting the wind.
GRACE VERMEER lives in Sarnia, Ontario where her poems have recently won the Monica Ladell Award in the 2014 BIG ART BOOK (Scarborough Arts).