As One Leapt
The apples green themselves on the ledge, to no effect
This garden is a preview of another, more theatrical garden.
A weekend house fire transfixes us, confirms the weather
Is as much about us as we are about being here with
You, and against the shield of another seasonal draught
Weird baskets of young people’s old shoes, elliptical thoughts
Arrange themselves like motorists, figurine-like, Californian.
Trends, to approach from downwind as one would approach
An egg hunt with the zeal of a varsity athlete, or geometry
Would put us all in for what comes with wanting more
Of something than one might otherwise have gone without.
And as roots sprout from the thighs of lovers, a mask sprints.
Jordan Williamson is a poet from Ontario Canada whose work can be found in The temz Review and the upcoming edition of H.E.R.D (Huron and Erie Regional Digest).