Unspeakable Acts in Cars

It’s the first day of summer and we’re so happy

To see the sun and the satchel of colours it schleps

All those dark kilometres. The sky is so blue

And the sea is blue and the small islands in the sea

Are blue also. How our sun must love blue.

We have beachgrass and bull kelp and lion’s mane

And we love them all because we love the sea

Which is cold and buoyant. Friends now of sea salt

And knotweed, the mountains know all about us

And who we are when we are most ourselves.

But their blue haughty distances are no help.

We are who we are with mock orange and wisteria. 

We’ve nothing to bitch about. The high cirrus

Can’t touch us. We been alive just long enough. 

Excerpted from Desecrations by Matt Rader. Copyright © 2016 by Matt Rader. Reprinted by permission of McClelland & Stewart, a division of Penguin Random House Canada Limited.