the poet’s anniversary

the wind blows
blusters and gales

breaks apart
the perfect storm

evaporates the lakes
and ponds pulled from the earth

so recently
so hurriedly

that our reticent bodies
still shake with wet

while globe flowers flounder
and irises take on

the down slope
without breaking their stalks.



too far this medusa might
has travelled, and still

on this hill, oak
and pine and ash bend

bark drying
now like salt

iodized in a fevered
flood of receding river.



the Bow’s feet and hands
sent the swell beyond

the predictable:
immeasurable muck

shinning silt
and liquid death

killing homes unaware
re-mapping our streets

stilled in their
pre-stampede stance.



the souls about to parade
soiled clean

lucky strikes and lassoes
forgotten fodder

until – in a 200 truck clean-up trail ride
the hell or high water

t-shirt dressing drenched brides
grounded astronauts, and our sleep-deprived mayor

became a badge of honour
birthed in the flood

of tears baptizing us
on our dead poet’s anniversary



Note: “the poet’s anniversary” alludes to June 21, 2011, the day Robert Kroetsch died.

~ Anne Sorbie

Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her work has appeared in journals such as The Wascana Review, Alberta Views, Geist, and Other Voices, and in the anthology, Home and Away. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death (Thistledown Press 2010) was on the long-list for the 2012 Alberta Readers’ Choice Award.

You can read more poems by Anne here.

You can learn more about poet Robert Kroetsch here.

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