Erin Wilson’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in On the Seawall, Atlanta Review, Sugar House Review, Lake Effect, The Fiddlehead, Dalhousie Review, Verse Daily, and elsewhere internationally. The title poem from her collection, Blue, won a Pushcart. Her work will appear in Best Canadian Poetry 2026, and she won a Silver Medal with the National Magazine Awards in Canada. She lives in a small town on Robinson-Huron Treaty Territory, in Northern Ontario, Canada, the traditional lands of the Anishnawbek, devoted to a handful of things, all of them poetry. Some of her best friends are trees. She refuses to carry a cell phone.



November 5, 2025

Erin Wilson

Surrender



As an antidote to darkness, a gatekeeper let the light in. Then I could see you, middle-aged lover, hopeful page, sad camel. You carried a satchel stuffed with frayed foolscap and frantic bees. And your sorrows carried you, the bright ember burnt onto the forehead of a white ox. We met at the intersection of frost and fruit. Dew, otherwise known as surrender, split from your skin. That salty dew, hallelujah, is still splitting from you.


I awoke to literature with and through my lover (now second husband). For me, neither he nor poetry could exist without the other. Nor could we have been married (lovers) without the presence and transformative power of literature. It’s the gate to the temple and the temple is where I long (and need) to be. While writing this poem, I had Issa’s dew (death) poem in mind. It is often in mind. Dew in all its varied forms.


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