A 6000-hectare animal
clambers down the Annapolis Valley.
When wind excuses itself,
our smoky palate dissolves.
Copper light burrows through the
sky.
Ash in last night’s lime crema
or other worldly injustices. Even
then,
it’s easy to forget until your own
hill glows.
Nicholas Selig’s poetry has appeared in Contemporary Verse 2, the League of Canadian Poets, and EVENT magazine. He was awarded Nova Scotia’s Rita Joe Poetry prize in 2023.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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