Room Enough
your hair moving in water against clouds
the first line of a poem
broad stones skip where skies are sewn
and there is room between stitches there
is room enough
four cardinal lines
look like valleys from the sky
where continents bend away
always bent away from footsteps
turning straight lines into necessary parts of a wheel
bright through fast spokes
Two Circles
Cameron Anstee July 2009
its raining, slowly
clouds unravel
yours, the only shape
I have
a clear memory of
yours, the only shape
that holds
water in puddle remembers
in circles
grown to the edge and
returned
hydrogen bonds motioning
endurance
two circles
twice crossed
arms gathering suprise
at the return of something familiar
and how its changed
these are things of bodies, completely
and not forgetting
these are things of reappearing
and invention
this, a closed door, unlocked
a word needs judged
at its best
end,
and flower
yes, hello love.
Cameron Anstee is pursuing an M.A. in English at Carleton University in Ottawa, Canada. He is a contributing editor at In/Words Magazine & Press.
