Cold chicken served in mid-air flight
lies swollen on my plate
untouched by the flaming spices
of a steaming Indian meal.
Memories skid and slide
trembling on the rim of wakeful sleep
slithering in cords
somewhere deep
beneath those nimbus sheets -
seeking warm, sweet soils…
And yes, Canada, the vast new expanse
that spreads coast to coast…
In spring glow-greens with rising birds.
Bikes that skitter on white-lined paths.
The orange and russets of golden months
The last glory of flaring days…
Before - the white bleach out.
The first touch of confetti flakes
gliding, melting, softer than an angel’s kiss.
White on whites, flashing whites.
The longing for the blazing eastern sun
Gold-n-gold…dancing dazzles in rays
Winter sadness fossilized in ice…
Unthawed.
I search for that embrace
in neighbours pinned to TV sets…
Washing cars to squeaky clean.
All in place, no creases there.
The houses stand squared in, so to say
Where are the people behind those drapes
What do they do, what do they think?
What are their dreams?
Eyes that do not rest long
in another’s eyes
In case soul meets soul
across fenced-in realms
The scent of home warms the freeze.
I seek your secret soul
in the veins of a maple leaf
I try to pluck it from a chipmunk
scuttling with peanuts
swelling in both his cheeks.
Perhaps he hides it in small deep holes…
Where is the heave, the passion…
the breath?
And who am I to comment?
My roots dig deep in another land
Splintered with crisis of another kind.
How can I judge?
How dare I speak!
I do not belong…but do you too?
Isn’t it time to reach out, mate
Over the walls and across the space?
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