my good friend and his wife had a beautiful baby girl
she has the spirit of three
and will likely continue being remarkable for some time
i’m happy for her
and i’m happy for them
but for now i enjoy the quiet
good books
old reliable trees
the sky
she grips her push cart
and wobbles around the partition
around and around
good luck is all she knows
look up to the sun and whisper thank you for that
for now all the wolves are just puppies stumbling about

* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.


Sarain Frank Soonias is a Cree/Anishinaabe writer residing in Vancouver. His poetry is inspired by his evolving relationship with (de)colonization, trauma, love, and healing. Poems from his initial collection All Wrong Horses on Fire That Go Away in the Rain have been featured in the Temz Review and will appear in forthcoming issues of Shrapnel, Carousel, and Queen’s Quarterly.


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