Spring Dreams

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Silver Fox, PEI

Hard pressed against the bench, my hands clutched around my hips
The kiss of dirt it brushed my lips and my bare skin a target to the spring winds
The minutes flew by
Banal thoughts of the evening that lies ahead
Existential dread
The mallards coupled awaiting for the sun to shine
For their chicks to hatch to flourish and grow at the speed of the garden weeds
My eyes a witness to the budding of the trees
The dancing crows strutted across the pond
Sleek black feathers, beady eyes, and all
Turtle took a slow crawl hauling the weight of the water and the world
And in the western lands you stood at bay and watched the ducks
The spread out city contrasted with the tall timber trees

Okanagan breeze

You plant life shovel in hand,
While lumber and concrete creates the urban city streets
Squirrels run down the power lines, rabbits nosh on the tall green grass
Raccoons they thrash their heads through rotting trash munching on their forbidden snacks
A crisp air shared from east to west we took our breaths in solidarity
And in the prairies, the dull green horizon does not wait for you
The flowers blossom and summer expectations are met by the closing of spring
And here I sit thoughts alive and full of you
Bedazzled like a sunflower turned towards the sun
Rejoiced by Daydreaming till the moon pushes through
Goodnight, good day, to the forest, and to you

Waves and Ruts

A wall, a rut, curse of the brain
Trapped in the window seat, clutching to the escape
Eyes soothed by the rolling clouds,
And when they close, muddied thoughts take the reign
Drained of the noise, the howling souls go away
5 wide breaths and a nose full of dampened air
Fallen into deep sleep, caressed by the fabrics of the airplane chair
1000 ft. above beloved Poseidon and his blue tidal waves
And my body it falls into revolt to rude awakening
The plane it touched the ground
And so did my reality

Sailing to Nowhere

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Cape Breton August 2016

Closed my eyes, drifted away,
Is this all a dream?
It’s been a while, hands curled on the paddle
Cold breeze blew itself through the open cracks of my stern
And the city glowed with every stroke
Far away, my hands dry, old relics of some place I once called home
Cracked and bleeding, my fingers crawled around my empty pockets
Gazed at my bow, my belongings gone
Still water mirrored the peaking sun,
My eyes they seared in awe of it all
The loons they hollered
An eagle swooped past
My belly ached shaken by the sea water
And I looked at the water and to the sky
It was then I had fallen to my knees
A sudden urge of freedom crept upon this broken sail,
A gale force of epiphany
It was all blue,
So I guess this is what they call the lovesick, seasick, water locked blues

Perception, Safety, and Love

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Apartment reflections

We were redemptive caregivers of souls, lone wolves seeking safety
We searched far and wide, gazed into each other’s eyes
Grasped aimlessly while gasping in the cold
Taking hold what was left of our broken dreams
We hoped for a savior and mistook it for love
Damned by the self-made prophesies and everything above
Oh
It swallowed us whole
The reality it then dimmed with the darkened sky
And here we sat watching
Waiting
For that beaming solution and low and behold
Our reflection the savior, the water, our maker
The creator