Tag: Vancouver

Autumn Moon

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

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

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

She looked at me

Through me

No
No no

She looked into me

Deeply

She looked into me
Into a place
No one had looked before

I love a city
Which allows itself
To seem small

So that its setting
In all its glory
Becomes the tale

It should come as no surprise
That in the moments when it is easiest
To feel the connection to all things
We feel connected to each other

A regular pattern of discord
Symmetrically misaligned
Unbalanced uniformity
Irregular repetition

Every picture tells a story
Don’t it?
I suppose.
But I know better

Every picture evokes a story
Evokes a feeling
Evokes a memory
Or an insight
Or a knowledge

I found it in my neighbourhood
A decade and a half ago
A greasy spoon, a diner, a joint

A place to hang
To eat, oh-so cheaply
Ham & Eggs & Toast & Hash Browns
Just $2.95, all day

There’s a city down to the right
Shrouded in the grey
Below the mountains on the left
Beyond the sea of light

It’s a city fair
A city rare
Which once was quite contrite