once sewing a patch on the sleeve of an old shirt
I saw you curled at my feet
later I found your hibernaculum
your family of gliding wonders
I learned how to freeze and listen
each unwinding coil an elongated whisper in the fescue
you and your sisters wove
down the slope around my sandals
black and yellow ribbons
flowing through parched grasses
oh you are well worth my panegyric
serpent god’s great glow-worm fit for constellations
advancing your loops in a swift weave
to knit up the ravelled sleeve of the world
USask's MFA in Writing Variety Show 