Poetry

Convent Garden


The car rally roars up the road.
The olive grove trembles
ground and clover
in its thunderous wake.


On this side of the wall
I fold my laundry now.
I unroll the toes of socks
that turned inside out
on the line.


I put my hand in each one
warmed by the sun
and feel my way around
until I find the end
where I hold on
and slowly pull through.

Veronica Gaylie is a writer from Vancouver. Her work appears in Geez, Geist, Grain, Ditch, Room, Lake, and elsewhere. Her essays may be heard on CBC radio.

Issue 34

This article first appeared in Geez magazine Issue 34, Summer 2014, The Life Offline issue.

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