Erin Wilson: “Circle”
CIRCLE
I watch
my mother
in the rearview mirror
waddle
toward
the hospital doors
my mother
with the baby-fine hair
my mother
with the pink scalp
I watch
my mother
in the rearview mirror
waddle
toward
the hospital doors
smaller and smaller she grows
my mother
of the fleshy flab, so pale
my mother
a perambulating silence, a white cap floating
almost, once again
in the rearview mirror
as small
and as precious
as an egg
Erin Wilson’s poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in december magazine, Tar River Poetry, Verse Daily, On the Seawall, and One. Her first collection is At Home with Disquiet; her second, Blue, is about depression, grief and the transformative power of art. She lives in a small town on Robinson-Huron Treaty territory in Northern Ontario, Canada.