Winter is Canada
Canada is home
But why can’t the snow
just leave me alone
I feel slushed
and just dumped on
The snow came last night
And the night before that one
And so on and so on
Now I am shoveling it again
Shovel hovel trouble
My house is covered and the ice is not melting
I was built to live here and yet I am so tired of it
I want a beach with sand and heat and where is the sun
I could use a hovercraft right about now
Supported by the warm air
and just a little above the earth right about now
Looking down and getting that ground effect
from a distance
I mean I am not shoveling machine
A snow blower would also do the job
I am always building the snowball
Bigger and more layers
I tried building a snowman
But he was not very helpful me
Sometimes he'd just sit there
all dressed up with his carrot and top hat and just refuse to move
But man does he looks so great and so handsome in my front yard
Sometimes I look at him and see play, fun, joy
and snow, snow, snow
Go away and come back another day
Don't you know I have work to do
The sleep at night holds the after pains of the labour from the day before
And I woke up stiff and feeling old again today
Maybe the plow came by
Only to see a big snow bank that I know will melt
someday
But it looks so ominous obstacle right now
The banks are back again and still there and even higher this day
Where is my car?
It’s buried
Right now
Right now
This place is howling and dismal and cold
Trails covered and sky pallid and pasty white
No difference in the sky and colour of the horizon
All is buried
waiting
Nothing to do but dig myself out of this precipitation of the solid kind
I am so busy shoveling
Scoop
Push
Lift
Solid
Unyielding
Heavy Accumulation
Discontent with the whining sound that I sit with now
Complaint in my ears, old heavy and cranky
Whine less, Breathe more ~ a yoga teacher told me
She says I just need a place to sit still
and just breathe
But I just want out of here
or just to stay in till it all melts away
The ice walk
The ice run
I have salt in my wounds right now
Watch me, I’ll run away from here
Slip sliding all day
to some far away place
I dream of warm full human beings,
a hubby and a cubbyhole to crawl in
Hibernate in
temporarily inactive or not in use
Sleeplike
dormant and no goal to follow
nothing to do
In an inactive state, when growth and development slow or cease,
in order to survive adverse environmental conditions
That’s me
I found my winter self in the dictionary
Just living off the fat
Making tracks for myself and watching them cover again
And content with it, it’s just a process anyhow
It’s just a cycle
This will change
Things change and so do we
Filled full of possibilities
but nothing happening
Right now
Life waiting below the surface
Right now
But spring is not too far away the groundhog says
Far away for the States and close for us
Confused groundhogs
Just around the snow bank for us
But far away for them
How can that be?
This is Canada
and
I still have the after taste of yesterdays snowfall
Hope is opportunity for people everywhere
This too shall melt
Snow storm
Flurries
Blizzard
White out
Erase my memories as I know them
Brain Freeze
I could make Snow angels
I forgot about them
to make one
I have to move
OH
Snowball me
please
And let me sleep
this motivated ambition away
Like a big bear
Living off the fat
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