John Weier

The Conrad Grebel Review 33, no. 2 (Spring 2015)

soil

african

soil red-brown

soil the way it ripples

drifts the way it spins

swirls devils

in circles yowls

whorls the way

it straddles

the wind and sand

sand sun

swept sand

its heat its fervour

its reek

of dark solitude

the hourglass way

it tickles past

his fingers

and chanting

goshawk the way

it slides

through his thirsty

hands (six

psalms to go)

John Weier, a recent Writer-in-Residence at the University of Winnipeg, is a luthier and a birder. This poem originally appeared in his collection Where Calling Birds Gather (Winnipeg: Turnstone Press, 2013) and is reprinted by permission of the publisher.