Tag: Canada

Cradled in the Clouds

I’ve never seen the expression
Cradled in the clouds
Rendered with such concinnity
As along the Sea to Sky

The rain installed
It’s own kind of pretty
On a day otherwise
Oh so grey and dreary

The Sea to Sky
Seems no less grand
Or mighty
When the sky
Hangs low
And the clouds
Engulf the mountains

And here am I
In my little boat
Hauling logs across
The slate blue sea
Of a world
I hold in awe

The oldest story
As old as life
Seeking water
Seeking purchase

I set down roots
On which to stand
There hold on dear
Draw in the land

The last of fall’s vibrance
Lingering
The trail from the beach
Transitioning

From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self

In the chill night air of autumn
I lay down on a rainbow
Of dewy grass and withered leaves
To watch the super moon rise
Between shedding branches

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