Layers
Not for a cake
each layer a story of life
a story of minutes,
days, perhaps decades.
Spilled milk
accolades
achievements
failures and
taking risks
Climbing
out of the muck
swimming
in clear or stormy waters.
Tracing the dust beneath your feet.
“Live in the layers not on the litter.”
~ Stanley Kunitz
Sun warm
light warm breezes
music filtered through the air
vocalists, bag pipes and dancing
Walking, talking crowds filled
13th Ave and two side streets
strolling past tented kiosks
in front of open shops
All ages and manner of dress
Loose flowing pants or skirts
Shorts, big floppy hats
Strollers with tots, sleeping or curious
one or two dogs on leash and well mannered.
My only purchases: food.
First stop - a chicken taco
Second stop - a spring roll
Third stop - scuffles,
chocolate puffed wheat square,
and one cinnamon bun
Last stop: a loaf of raisin sourdough bread
My other interests:
Pottery
Jewellery
Nothing forced money from my wallet!
I walked about half of the entire length of 13th Ave
only one short foray into one of the side streets.
Time for home!
“We were a train full of strangers, and they were all the same.”
~ Cherie Priest, Dreadnought
Branches grey and bare
Is there no life?
bright pink amid green,
~ tiny pink flowers
opening for spring
gathers nourishment
before unfurling
delicate beauty.
“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”
~ Lady Bird Johnson
