Jordan williamson

I do not know what it means
or of the blue station wagon
which carried us, kicking up gravel
over the hill, sun glaring menacingly 
into our soft new faces.
We’ll be there in a kind of minute,
just not the one that’s happening now.
Trust it will be worth the boredom 
and all are thrilled you came. 
You made everything more 
of something good. There is only 
so much happiness to go around. 
I am glad you could be part of it,
glad to see you standing in the shallows, 
fists clenched, eyes screwed up, 
asking for love without saying a word. 
You came to bring the late part of the day 
to a close. The synthetic chill of the a/c 
something of an omen. You pressed your lips 
against the tv, tasting its static, enjoying 
its weird energy for the last time 
in your last year on this bewildering rock.  

Jordan Williamson is a poet from Ontario, Canada. His work can be found in The/temz/Review, Tilted House and Ballast. He was featured in the 2023 anthology "Stones Beneath the Surface" from Black Mallard poetry and will appear in the forthcoming "Selected Poems, Vol 2" from Pinhole Poetry.

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