Thursday, 26 March 2026

Steve Wilson: We might settle ourselves, for a moment,

if, against the rush of
our Monday workday,
 
beside an alleyway trash bin
and the city’s inevitable detritus –
 
empty pint glasses, kebab wrappers,
an errant wool scarf –
 
in this crystalline winter sun
we discover a sooty yellow cat lazing
 
unperturbed within such warmth, within such
simple dawn-light contentments. 


Steve Wilson's poetry has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies; as well as in six collections, the most recent entitled Complicity (2023). He lives in San Marcos, Texas.