Queen's Quarterly

Queen's Quarterly
Queen's Quarterly

Tim's Cup

Chad Norman

Sometimes a walk within the ripening Wild
other years when it was May
opened both the active eyes
of the man I still become
to what I am willing to bet much on –
two different scenes connected by a dream –
he, Tim Horton, far from the icy bluelines
seated at the unset kitchen table
staring into a cup of coffee
as his gleaming spoon went round and round
seeing at least the first of the franchises.

As for the other scene my money is on
one unseen in his steaming brew
as the famous morning poured into his eyes
fortunately unable to witness unlike mine
his legendary name on each cup
thrown from a truck, carried on a car-roof,
dropped by a drunk, left to be litter
either in the grass by the forest, or
in the forest ending the fern, or
right there under foot every ten feet.


Chad Norman lives beside the high tides of the Bay of Fundy in Truro, Nova Scotia. His poems have appeared in publications around the world and have been translated into Danish, Albanian, Romanian, Turkish, Italian, and Polish. His collection Selected and New Poems was published by Mosaic Press, and Squall: Poems in the Voice of Mary Shelley has just been released by Guernica Editions.