constance by Joanne Arnott

by Steven McCabe

constance new

when i was pregnant, she told me

reaching back more than twenty years

for the memory

constance f

constance k

i put sunflower seeds on my belly

i used to read aloud to my son

so he could hear our bones

constance j

i love our voices, she said

constance b

chickadee & sparrow flutter down

lured by the seeds and undisturbed

by our voices


i put your hand on my belly

i invite you to read this aloud

i want to listen to our bones


& to love our voices, for a little while


final hand

Joanne Arnott is a Metis poet living on Canada’s west coast.