Category: Poetry

So it began…

So it began
Some billions of years ago
In pools such as these
On the shores of a boiling sea

From the humblest beginnings
A miracle still
Such simple creatures
Would become the miracle, me

Sometimes I step into a place
So expansive
It fills me up

I see my own boundaries
Are merely frontiers
To be explored

Water falls to Earth
Carves the land
And furrows mighty canyons

Water comes from Earth
Builds the land
Deposits micro canyons

In a culture of simplicity
Reserved and spare in style
The simplest line
Or gesture slight
To the eye must seem ornate

A juggernaut
Of intricate
Each rosette
So delicate

Some doors invite
Some doors challenge
Some doors bar
Some doors beg

Sometimes
It’s difficult to tell
Which is which
Until I try to open them

We always stopped
At the same gas bar
On the long drive up
To Grandma’s house

Ice cream, or a popsicle
An orange soda and a danish
While Gary tanked up the car
And made the windshield gleam

I drive through history
Illuminating the present
Drawing a map
Into the future

I remind myself
Do not linger in the past
I need to know where I am
And look where I am going

I love
The colours
Of life

The vivid ones
Of course
Neons and electrics
Brash and confrontational

The crazy-ass kind
I never knew existed
Never thought could exist

Light illuminates the world for me
But darkness gives it shape
While shadow gives it depth