from May 9, 2013
I’m writing this with the only pencil I brought with me to my new place
in Marpole, in Vancouver
hardly had time to think, write, create
been doing all the other writing that makes money but doesn’t make soul
I’m in need of some soul time
and I just barfed
I think I’m eating too many greens
all this healthiness
all this aloneness
all this independence
what I wanted I guess
I still want it
I moved here for the place
but where are all the people?
to say my address to strangers
(like at the bank today)
to walk my neighbourhood
and find “Charlene Apartments”
It’s as if Marpole was calling my name
before I even knew it
in a stream of morning light
or else 8:00 at night, when the sun shines a spotlight on my hardwood floors
this place, with all its creaky age
is home—I knew it as soon as I saw it
from first look to set of keys—it happened fast, within a week
a dream building in me for years
the closest city to my roots
yet far enough to feel different
Here I am, Vancouver. HERE I AM!
What will you do with me?
What will I do with you?
You’ve had my heart for so long
so lovely. so open and real and true.