Category: Landscape

Vancouver

There’s a city on the bay
A beautiful skyline
Under the mountains
Surrounded by calm ocean

But what built the city
As much as the hands of men
Is the bay and a river
A natural crossroads

The indigo and violet of night
Chase the furious sun from the sky
Livid oranges and yellows
Cling to the horizon
But soon enough are vanquished

It’s only time, you know
That perfect line in nature
Whatever the process which created it
Whether physics, chemistry or biology

The line is just a moment in time
Created over time
And this moment
Is simply a snapshot

Rising out of a fantastical landscape
Of weathered granite, gravel and scrub
The Joshua Tree

Like a gnarled old man
The elder of the land
With a mighty presence

It is nature which most often
Takes away my breath
With feats of scale
And magnificence

Sometimes, even we small creatures
We engineers and builders
With concrete and steel
Overcome mighty nature

Fitzsimmons Creek
Cavorts and frolics
Over one thousand feet below

Betwixt and between
Whistler and Blackcomb
And miles of untracked snow

I rise from slumber
From darkness
Dawn light trickles in

Time enough
My phone says
For the walk

The difference
Between a boundary
And a frontier
Is a trick of the mind

I am a being of the night
My energy rises when
Illuminated
By moonlight
And starshine

There are beauties and ugliness
In this world
Beyond my ken; beyond my perception
As if protected by an impenetrable wall