51PpenKSWjL._SX322_BO1,204,203,200_Got to spend a rare couple of days with a great pal recently.  After dinner out, we sat in her lovely living room sipping wine and talking authors, poets and books.

I always travel with a book, or three, in my bag and plopped the newest bits of treasure onto the coffee table, two newly released collections from Canadian poets. Mary had a couple of books as well, and the duel-of-poems was on!

We read pieces aloud, ultimately choosing one poem we both loved. I’m sharing How Does the Sun Go, page 73, from Carla Braidek’s,”A Map in my Blood”.

After you’ve read it, I’d love to hear what you think about it, your reactions, what feelings or memories the piece evoked.

HOW DOES THE SUN GO

she travels the kitchen a spoon in her hand
lifts boxes of produce from the porch to a chair
years ago her bubba chopped cabbage
pressed it into a heavy crock
to hold all the goodness down
with a plate and a clean stone
waited for it to change

tomato juice patterns the floor like
rosettes of beads decorate moccasins
she has never sliced a haunch yielded
from the bison     jerked it to dryness
but she’d like to pound berries
would split fish to hang from racks
that stand in the summer sun

restless    she turns stove to door
enters the forest    oasis from vinegar
and mustard seed    beyond cultivation
cleared of tomato vines    she moves
into the bush of childhood where
she knew the berries and trusted the fungi

her tired fingers seek spruce bark the way
a child gropes for the hip of her mother

Publisher: thistledown press
ISBN: 978-1-77187-096-2
Cover: fibre artwork by Rita St. Amant
Author photo: Meadow McLean
Cover and Design: Jackie Forrie

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