Three drift
Lazily
On unseen currents
And gestures of
Some subtle local breeze
Yet held fast
In approximate array
By anchor chains
Deployed to ocean floor
Three drift
Lazily
On unseen currents
And gestures of
Some subtle local breeze
Yet held fast
In approximate array
By anchor chains
Deployed to ocean floor
Cuts through the gloom
Lights up the night
Love’s the call
Which sets me right
They rush onto the long
Shallow slope of sand
Which gradually saps their strength
Reduces their presence
Until they peter out before me
Weakened to ripples
Barely able to disturb the sand
Gnarled and frozen
In time
The crest which took
A million years
To break
Sheltered from
The wind
A little
Below the cloud
Upon the land
This restful haven
So when it does
I shout out
To the atmospheric mayhem
Vancouver
Gateway
To the outdoors
Adventure’s
Threshold
My city
Beyond them
Is a land secure from
The inadvertent effects
Of being
There
In the silent depths
I listen for the voices of insight
Beyond manifestation
But there
The resort so close
I nearly feel the warmth
Of the golden window light
The frontage seems
To brace against the weather
Like I sometimes do in a storm
Arms outstretched
Head on into the rippling wind
Electricity and engines
Polymers and composites
Production lines and factories
I could not make
A single thing I’ve brought