... over the years
For a while,
I leave behind,
TV control and the New York Times.
The daily ritual of exposed hate and crimes,
I leave the comfort, bed and bath,
The suchness that is Huron Ave.
I leave the safety net of family,
The predictable and auspicious.
The ghost of love and friendship,
The laundry and the dishes.
Not just living but ALIVE,
Alert the Media...Channel 5.
The rapid pulse of Barcelona's city Ramblas,
Sends me north,
Through Rosa and Figuris,
Origin of Salvador Dali.
Horrifying hairpin turns descend,
To a calm seaside fishing village,
Where a white steepled church still
Chimes the hour and time just melts away
On the rocks of Cadaquay.
February 6, 2009