This morning I sit at the bus stop and am able to absorb the rich layers of tree and mist. I can actually sit still and enjoy the mountain, quietly in a wooden bus shelter.
A man in a small bus pulls up 30 minutes or so later and lets me know my bus will not be arriving.
A storm has knocked down trees
Some stretching across bus routes,
Main arteries into the city
It is a gift
I slowly make my way to the public washroom
really had to pee
I am moved to thank the warmed bathroom for taking me in
Being available
All I had to do was walk inside
The bus driver was smoking and on her cell phone
Describing the chaos of her morning to the person on the other end
Told us to hop on
And would take us to the Seabus, an alternate route into town.
She liked to call people love and hun
The tumble and flow this morning follows a long simple line
To me here now
on the living room floor
with the fire warming my right side and my lover stepping around the house quietly.
Watched Ali Zaoua last night
Again, sad painful realities ignite
appreciation for my good life
Tho the cruelty and suffering seen
Makes me ache and hide
Casablanca, Morocco- Vancouver, Canada
Hold these sad rabbits in feeble embraces.
thank you, audra
Monday, January 18, 2010
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