I am all that is wrong with the Old World,

and half of what troubles the New.


I have not seen Spain or the Philippines,

Holland or Indonesia. In the other room,


my grandfather nods off in front

of Wheel of Fortune. I have seen his Japan


in photos—the last good suit he wore,

grey, tailored in Kyushu. Believe


Pat Sajak is a saviour: he divines new riches

like water hidden from a dowser’s


willow switch, trembling through

unfamiliar territories, proffered


like a makeshift cross. The same faith

should be proof enough


of my current crisis. There was a game

we once played. I’m in it now.


The wheel turns, strobes its starlight

across another centrifuge, that spinning globe,


a kid’s finger skimming its surface,

waiting for it to stop. This is where I’ll live. 

Michael Prior is a Japanese Canadian writer whose poems have appeared in numerous magazines across North America and the UK, including Ambit, The Fiddlehead, The Malahat Review, The New Quarterly, PRISM international and The Walrus. He is a past winner of The Walrus’s Poetry Prize, Magma Poetry’s Editors’ Prize, Vallum’s Poetry Prize, Grain’s Short Grain Contest and Matrix Magazine’s Lit POP Award. Michael’s first full-length poetry collection, Model Disciple (Véhicule Press), was selected as one of the CBC’s Best Books of 2016.