Sometimes I Find Myself Weeping at the Oddest Moment

sometimes I find myself


at the oddest moment


an unexpected voice

mon oncle André

calling Christmas Day

wishing me

a Merry Christmas


and I am

that little girl

walking across the lake

with her grandfather

to check on the snares

and traps he has set

in this frost

exploding moon

in surrounding islands


the frost is biting

and he motions I walk

in the shade

of his warm body


soon he claims

we will be

in the thick of brush

and we will make a fire

to warm our bodies

drink le thé muskeg

Bibliographical info

“Sometimes I Find Myself Weeping at the Oddest Moment” by Rita Bouvier from Blueberry Clouds (Thistledown Press, 1999). 

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