For Kerrin McCadden, it's about time — both the poem and the subject matter. "Time" is the name of one of the five poems that earned the South Burlington poet and teacher the coveted place on the cover of the latest American Poetry Review. It's also the subject of the four other poems of hers that were published in the prestigious bimonthly journal's September/October issue. While McCadden didn't think that that honor warranted much attention from Seven Days, in the world of professional poetry it's actually a pretty big deal. "It’s kind of like [making] the cover of Rolling Stone, but for poetry," she finally confessed in a phone interview. "It’s really exciting.” By now, Vermont's poetry aficionados are probably familiar with the work of McCadden, whose poems are original, insightful, occasionally funny and always accessible. In 2015 she won the Vermont Book Award for her full-length  collection Landscape with Plywood Silhouettes. Then, after penning the 2020 chapbook Keep This To Yourself and a second full-length collection, American Wake, the following year, McCadden was honored with the 2022 Herb Lockwood Prize in the Arts, which came with a $10,000 prize. “All of the poems are about time, getting older and what it means to be human,” she said of her American Poetry Review pieces. As she writes in the journal's featured poem, "Time": Isn’t it annoying, how you can read all you want about the past, but not go there? Collect whatever you want from back then, whenever, put it on a shelf. You can even decide you like a time period, hit up eBay or Craigslist, and in no time you can have almost whatever you want. That’s it, though. Like you can’t go hang out and get to know your Neanderthal forebears, the 2% of you that, supposedly, makes it difficult for you to get rid of the things you don’t need. In"Shit I Can Do Now That I'm Invisible" McCadden examines, in a humorous voice,  how her life changed in her fifties once society no longer viewed her as a sex object — or as anything useful, for that matter: I take boxes of Cheez-Its off the shelf and just start eating them, knock more boxes to the floor and keep walking, workers outraged—What the…who did that? I put my mouth to the kombucha tap next to the check-out lines at Market 32 and hit the handle and drink. I…