Erin Wilson‘s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming in Poetry Ireland Review, Envoi, Kestrel, A Journal of Literature and Art, On the Seawall, The Honest Ulsterman, The Adirondack Review, Natural Bridge, and elsewhere. She lives and writes in a small town in northern Ontario, Canada.
Others complain about the indifference of nature,
but I say, thank god for this good.
Or more spendthriftly,
thank bracken, thank bract,
thank soil, thank stone, thank wood.
Soggy with sentience, I go sputtering to the jack pine.
As they sway their sixty foot winter white-tipped flagpoles
and cover the distance between silence and crack,
their insouciance rings me like a tuning fork,
and I thank the chance to be rid of myself.