the warmth

grass   still warm
where they have lain
in the late afternoon

crushed to the shape
their bodies make
curled close
            with each other.

it is an image
I have grown old with

            the panicked deer
            sprung up
            out of nowhere
            around me

scattering through
the thick brush
under the trees.

how long it took
to draw breath after,
the silence beating

to a pulse
I could not quite believe
was mine.

& I stretched out
curled into the shape
of the long grass
where they had just been

& longed for the warmth
of that closeness
around me


Ken Cathers has a B.A. from the University of Victoria and an M.A. from York University in Toronto. He has been published in numerous periodicals, anthologies, as well as seven books of poetry, most recently Letters from the Old Country with Ekstasis Editions. His work has appeared in publications in Canada, the United States, Australia, Ireland and Africa. He lives on Vancouver Island with his family in a small colony of trees.

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1 Response to the warmth

  1. I haven’t commented before now…this is STUNNING. Thank you for sharing this.

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