Tag: British Columbia

Four Lions

Four lions watch
Over the harbour
One toward the land
Three toward the sea

I count the days, the hours
I count the weeks, the months
Until I can be me
Just me, again

Vibrant
Important
Utilitarian

Once

Abandoned
Derelict
Unprofitable

Now

In the calm after
Clouds trail listlessly
Lying low in the valleys
Or spread thinly in the sky
While the sun’s last rays
Glimmer off the glassy ocean

Roaring down the sound
With angry ferocity
Kicking up white caps
Driving breakers onto shore

I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended

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

Fitzsimmons Creek
Cavorts and frolics
Over one thousand feet below

Betwixt and between
Whistler and Blackcomb
And miles of untracked snow

I love how
In a crowd of 50,000 strangers
I can find
The one person I want to know

And they can find me

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

Sometimes, all that’s needed
Is the proper illumination
To transform the ugly
To the beautiful