Violet Nesdoly
Sailing Nowhere
Five sails perpetually
in perfect trim their static rigging fixed look ever ready to lift anchor and set sail. Watch freighters from China, Russia, the Philippines come and go eye Seabus chugging back and forth endure the elegant Celebrity, Princess, Carnival dames tell of Juneau, Skagway, Nome while they stay home adorn the bosom of the waterfront like some exotic white-winged brooch Locals know it’s safe to say “Meet me on the deck of Canada Place beside the sails” for they’re not going anywhere anytime soon. Temperamental Spring
See how it teases, flirts
one day all winking sunshine the next giving the cold shoulder? But my mature garden comes through with unconditional love. Iris spears advance despite the latest snowy putdown. Crocuses, daffodils, tulips smile forgiveness any time this adolescent season deigns to be in a good mood. Migration
A little fog, a little snow
a little icy rain has grounded all the iron birds till weather clears again. A mighty fall of passengers now fills the airport lounge an unexpected stopover to water and to scrounge. Their tickets said it was nonstop but leading lines of weather interrupt diurnal flight-- at least they are together! They hope the flyway opens soon to the next staging post till then they text and read and roost while dreaming of that coast.
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Gospel Choir Newbie
You sing coffee
dark, strong, edgy your bodies a caffeine choreography with the Hallelujah beat and the Praise the Lord bop and the vamp and the vamp and the vamp Amen! In me the notes are Sweet Jesus honey flow over vocal cords wrap themselves around arms legs, trunk, hold spellbound mesmerized, forget to clap, do those little two-steps and dips that make our robes sway as one. Long-suffering
I am the concrete table
the idle swing and the empty planter in the snowy park I am the fur coat and the wool afghan in the cedar chest I am the suitcase of Lego the Barbie house and train set in the attic I am the new towel at the bottom of the pile the dusty crystal bowl on the top shelf the extra coffeepot at the back of the cupboard I am the Children’s Bible wedged between the photo album and the Grade Six piano book. Garden Relay
Crocuses fade
while tulips unfold daffodils shrivel as iris grows bold peonies droop while roses uncurl dahlias wither as fall mums unfurl Each runs a lap with my garden’s baton till frosty finish line ends all the fun |
