On Tour, No. 18, Vancouver [Poem]

Today was sunburnt skin
A man balanced rocks by the seashore in impossible poses
and she dropped a dollar in his tin
We wandered barefoot on the concrete walls above sunbathers
and basked in the newness of British Columbia air
listening to foreign tongues stilt and slip away from us on every side,
wafting in on silent breezes and out again
We gathered fresh fruit in a farmer's market
blueberries and raspberries, melons and peaches
and filled our bellies by the light of the setting sun on the grass by the bay
we watched the boats weigh anchor
and yachts of partygoers motor to and fro
until our limbs prickled with cold
forcing us to run back to the van to keep warm
Writing by candlelight
we made poetry of our night on the north shore
where the waters sparkled like fireworks with the city lights
and we watched the moon hang low and full on the horizon
the harvest moon
lulled us to sleep

From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
Copyright 2000 Amber Jade