Ketch Harbour by Annick MacAskill

 Poem name: Ketch Harbour Poet name: Annick MacAskill Poem begins: Ketch Harbour  Post rain the water spills like silk, calm  like it’s everyone’s day off, but just  Friday, our secret slip into the future. We should be so lucky—yellow flowers  sparkle in the grass along the highway;  weeds, more perfect  than the armful of grocery-store tulips I brought to you in February.   I don’t like to think about what frightens me, so I picture your eyes instead—  and sometimes I can’t hear what you are saying,  but I know that it is beautiful.  We drive and we drive. When we get out the air is cool. Who could blame us?   Who could have waited any longer?   End of Poem.  Credits: Copyright © Annick MacAskill  Previously published in PRISM, later published in Murmurations (Gaspereau Press, 2020).   Annick MacAskill is the author of No Meeting Without Body (Gaspereau Press, 2018), a finalist for the JM Abraham Award and the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award, and Murmurations (Gaspereau Press, 2020). Her third full-length collection will appear with Gaspereau Press in the spring of 2022. She lives in Kjipuktuk (Halifax, Nova Scotia), which is part of Mi’kma’ki, the traditional and unceded territory of the Mi’kmaq.