What Dreams May Come

 

Wednesday September 3

Waiting for the Metro Bus

Newfoundland accents at the bus stop

and new comers from around the world

Rode past farms and schools

Through neighborhoods untill everyone got off

Turning around at the very end of the route

'You want to get off here?' The driver asks.

Old Shoal Bay road, 

Pavement ends

Cross a river

Up a hill

Look down the other side 

I can see the ocean

6.4 km to the shore

Another river comes and goes

It flows down the road for a while

Easiest path to the sea

We pass through mossy wooded glens

Still pools reflecting on stones

Suddenly I'm at Raymonds Gulch

Up-swelling clean sweet smelling air

Blueberries I can pick fistfulls at a time

Basalt bolders and ferns birch trees and fir

An eagle jumps out of a tree

So close I hear its wings flapping

and I jump backwards, too

I come to the footprint of an old living space

One or two homes in a clearing by the sea

The kettle's still here, and the top of an old rake

Raspery bushes and blowing green grass

I pass Miners Point, a once copper mine,

Now here theres blueberry bushes

The coastline horizine fading into the clean air in the south

I climb up a Headland 

onto green feilds in the sky

Seagulls below me flying under the cliffs

I lay in the grass, and the moss

The sea far below

I've been taking photos all day

every five steps at least

(But my cameras just a trick, it hasn't been saving)

I lay on my stomach for a close up

a Pitcher plant, we both smile

I pass through a feild of bolders and grass

Slowly I come back down to the level

I surprise two big grey seals laying on a rock

The dive and dissapear

Poking up now and again to examine me

The sun starts going down

I approach Petty Harbour, a small town

Its like Im waking up from a dream

I knock of the door of a closing-up resteraunt

Fish and chips in a paper bag to go,

To go sit on a bench in the twighlight

Strings of lights reflecting on the water