Zoned Out

There are moments in life that lift me up beyond where I am to
some other where, a place of extreme delight and joy. I know
this happens to other people, at some point in time and it catches
us all by surprise …



somewhere out west                                  
a taxi-driver sits
in his heated car
and reads poetry
by Emily Dickinson

the orange in his
left hand drips
on the page
and on his wrinkled pants

but his attention
is on the words
that rise up
and fill him
with ecstasy


my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

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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2 Responses to Zoned Out

  1. Francine Wallace says:

    I am grateful for those Zoned Out moments; they are sometimes rare but ‘pick me up’ each time. Thank you for your poetry and optimism.

  2. So glad you have these moments too. Joanna

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