from Report from the Anstee Society, Vol. 1 No. 1
Weekdays
from the bridge
you
update us, top-down,
on
the river.
Those
pictures aren’t
cubism.
Each sheet
snaps
its own current.
So
they’re not so much
diary
as signal flare:
here,
you’re telling us.
We’re
here, crossing
over
wind and water.
We’re
carried, you’re
saying,
by white
water
over ice,
by
drift or steel
girder,
by trestle.
So
let’s hold firm to
our
lens and lexicon.
These
metal grates
beneath
our boots
can
only last so long.
for Cameron Anstee
Rob Winger [photo credit: Kristal Winger] is the author of four books of poetry, including his latest, It Doesn’t Matter What We Meant. He lives in the hills northeast of Toronto, where he teaches at Trent University.