Tag: British Columbia

Misty Island Hop

There is a place
I’ve never been
Far across the water
In billowed shrouds of mist

A place of wistful
Beckonings
To my
Imagination

It is not always the brightest light
Which illuminates the finest detail
I remind myself to investigate
What even the dimmest light reveals

Even in a world of grey
I seek the beauty to be found
In the delineation of tone
The somber dance of line and form

I find peace, calm
In a space undistracted
By the flash of colour
Or the dominance of black or white

It is my city
Across the inlet
Vibrant and beautiful
Mundane and passionless
A sometimes sleepy little town
On the edge of it all
Terminal city

But from here
Across the inlet
It resembles only
A small forest of brick and steel
Concrete and glass
Its denizens
Too small to register

Like leaves we touched, he sang
But I could not understand
Until I had not been touched
For all those many years

I am the tree
Not just the leaf
I manifest

Not of the tree
Not separate from it

But the tree, itself

Like the moon moves the ocean
Like petals draw the bee
Like dawn wakes the songbird
Your love’s compelling me

A gentle road
Through the backcountry
Of unexplored territory
Brings me tranquility
And inexpressible pleasure

There is a golden heart
At the centre of my everything
Though oft obscured
Sometimes forgotten

I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me

It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow

My golden heart

Sometimes
The end of a bad day
Begins with a smile

Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle

In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw