You were meant for other places
So, as we slept
you fashioned a thought, rigged
it with a dream as light as morning,
and before we awoke you sailed away,
carried on our breaths into the sun.
As appeared in Leaning into the Mountain, Fooliar Press, Toronto, 2006.
When the Revolution Comes
I will be right behind you,
stones in hand, though they’re heavy
and you, Papa, are a giant,
tall enough for one to stop
at the back of your head.
by Jacob Scheier
As appeared in More to Keep us Warm, published by ECW Press.