The Lost Then Found Poems
Time Doesn't Stop Here or Parting the Waters
There is something about going under the Granville & then the Burrard Street Bridge
Leaving
All the traffic above & below
Time doesn't stop
It flows
Around the Bridge
Under the Bridges
Parting the Waters
(The Hook)
It requires faith
The hook
Ms Seal checking out Mr Yachty
Seals gulls & geese & ducks & long neck Chinese duck birds
No stop
No end
Fishies live here
Few Walls
(Life)
Peek!
Eek!
Poosht
And the water is
As the water does
And the water is
You
Always should look to the horizon
(You)
And don't forget
Try not to forget
You
Birds & trolls & fishies & life live under the Bridge
Bridges are structure providing a way
Away
Joining or connecting spaces
Reducing gaps or…
(?)
…deficiencies
Perceived or real
Time doesn't stop here
It flows
As time will
As time does
Cars & trucks & buses & bicycles & people
& dogs & boats & fishies &...
...there are few words in the sky
(The End)
Remember or Somehow Learn
It's a joke
I heard across the water
Female voice
Jesus walked across the water
Voices walk across the water
Think again
Encore
You're not a martyr
I've been told that more than once
Usually when I'm about to be martyred
By that voice then
Speaking to
Me
Shit in the Air
Shall I tell a tale of a web as The Voices told me
In continuity?
I think not
Intrigues, hidden lust, jealousy, mayhem
Some comfort but
Precious little peace
Go see the Dowager I heard The Voices say
And then turned 'round to find a He standing at my door
"Eek!" I said "
Did I scare you?" The He said back
"Yes" I replied simply
"Oh" He simply said somewhat puzzled
Then added
"If I'd known that, I would have said 'Wha'cha up to?'
Louder"
Few have the composure to explicate a web
Bind it together and it provides
Simply
Travelling in the Stepwell* or ThIs Is ReAL
Dowager's 371 Jimmy
And the sound of the water breaking off the bow
And the occasional squawk of the radio
Is all that that is heard
The sun is shining
The sky is big & blue
The sleeping giants, the mountains, slumber at the shore
The water is glass
Later
Lying on the back deck
It's hot
It's breezy
Not too hot
The water plays a warm wind shore
Syncopated
Melody
Another time lying on the dock
Soaking up just a bit
Of the Sun
A couple of summers ago
A brace of teenagers went by
I could tell by the noise
I didn't look up
My arms & legs at a 45-degree angle
Wearing my yellow summer sundress
The one everyone likes
The kids commented:
"Like she's lying on sheets"
Now
On my side
Arms up
My bottom arm my pillow
My top arm a sun block for my eyes
Legs curved
Soaking up just a bit
Of the Sun
FloCat rubs my calf with her head
A gentle warm furry soft
"I love you" Cat hug
I looked up
Later again still
Clam Bay
9:05 AM
The birds are active
I can hear the woman on the sailboat across the way
Murmuring
Talking to her dog
Getting her dinghy together
Taking her black lab for a walk
Now the motor from a small runabout
Now the woman talking to a man who just came out
Still the cackling
Still the crowing
Crows off in the distance
Telling me a tale I've not the wits
To understand
Caw
Caw
Caw