An Early Drive

Posted on April 10, 2013 by Joanna M. Weston

Once in a while I have to be up and out early, to go to the medical clinic and, sleepy as I am, I wonder about the people in the houses I pass. Who are they? What are they doing? What are their lives?

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AN EARLY DRIVE                                                   019 birds

one light goes on
in a dark house

gulls swoop to a roof-ridge
crows circle in the gloom
a dog noses the ditch

another light
and I imagine

a sleepy arm stretch
to turn off the alarm

people getting up                                                    039 Feb.13.lunch boxes
taking a grip on the day
waking children
packing lunches
making coffee

home from night-shift
going to bed
as I pass     fasting
for a blood test

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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1 Response to An Early Drive

  1. Jon W says:
    April 10, 2013 at 8:48 am

    I wonder the same things on my way to an early-morning hockey practise at 5-something o’clock. “Who are these people? They don’t have hockey! Why are they up? Seriously, what are they up?”

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