Change
Stop by when you’re back in town
and we can get together to talk about old times,
reminisce about the weeks we hiked along
the Pacific Westcoast Trail, avoiding grizzles and coyotes,
cooking food over an open fire and sleeping out under the stars.
We saw the orcas beach and dive,
the bald eagles soar and retreat,
both waiting for stocks of krill and salmon
to fill their bellies and satisfy the young,
so they grow up and take their place among
earth’s favourite creatures.
Stop by when you’re back in town
and we can talk about the future,
how lives are changing,
yours, mine,
the orcas, and the eagles.
© April 2019
Again and Again
Oh yes! It’s come to that. Among the streets and roads so full of cars and buses, I see
the woman standing waiting for a lift. She’d tries to look so brave and self-secure, the woman
waiting patiently, the woman all alone, a ripe fruit poised for picking (up), the woman only trying to
just get by and feed her family. The woman starts to pace between the bus stop and the bagel store,
glancing at her watch again. Impatience simmers to the surface of her skin. I cross the road
ahead of her. I stand on guard. When two men walk in her direction, I call out and start to chat.
The woman gets the message I am passing onto her. We are women and we have each other’s back.
The men pass by. The woman sighs and smiles.
© April 2019
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