Queen's Quarterly

Queen's Quarterly
Queen's Quarterly

At the Intersection of July

By Michael Hall


I wind down the car window –

There is no thesaurus of houses


Only a heat haze country of fields

Of deep southern Ontario soils

And the horizon.

I put out my hand

Turn it slowly in the humid air –

And feel the sun burn the tin

Of a barn roof a mile away.

Once in a language

Of snow this stop sign sighed

With only what January knows.


Michael Hall has lived in St Marys, Ontario, and currently lives in Dunedin, New Zealand. His poems have appeared in journals in Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.