William Ross is a Canadian writer living in Ontario. His poems have appeared in Rattle, Bluepepper, Humana Obscura, New Note Poetry, Cathexis Northwest Press, and Topical Poetry. Recent work is forthcoming in *82 Review, Heavy Feather Review, and The New Quarterly.

Thanksgiving

Someone
        chalked a faint moon in the sky
in broad daylight.
Somebody
        shattered the sun
and threw the glittering shards across the night.
These things happened long ago,
        before you were in the world, before
two someones created you.
On a cloudless day,
        we visit their graves high above the
harbour water in Burlington Bay,
we light the incense, and bow three times
        in respect and remembrance,
and I thank them for the gift of their daughter.
…………………

When We Dance

…………………

Abed

the rain
the rain
a song percussive
and gentle
on the roof
it wraps us
in a soft sadness
as we lie
and listen
and breathe
drawn closer
we fall too
we fall