Saturday, August 27, 2016

How could be you have grown into this day?

                                             for Tessa

Such rush such crush
         of daze
How could be you
         have grown into
         this day?
Cannot come to terms.


Traipsed in tartan jumper.
Tramped gumboot on ice crack puddle.
Giggled Mrs. Mitchell's underwear.
Tackled Collingwood striker.
Bumped hard wood volley.
Peddled breathless McRae Mountain.
Swum sparkled potholes.
Smelt Goldstream spawn.
Swallowed mouth full blue berries.
Imbibed Nut Cracker on a Christmas eve.
Towered in Wonder Woman's golden boots.
Drooled clot of swollen jaw bone.
Held hand of Holiness.
Witnessed Rio politic.
Dodged whack of Nongte nettles.
Climbed down into magic Little Prince igloo.
Lounged in Ruckle's tree of books.
Danced circle of the snow children's spirit.
Traced phosphor fingers in Galiano moon tide.
Drank the stars' song up past Squamish.
Slid a slide of summer snow 'neath Olympic summit.
Swam the clear draught of Buttle Lake.
Flipped a many seven joker five two three.
Slurped a thukpa, chewed a chewy ting-mo.
Pranced the pounding shores of Nootka.
Snuck the polished isles of Chicago Public.
Clattered black pebbles of Waianapanapa.
Soared cross jungle chasm at Arenal.
Sampled gelato in Ganges.
Suffered slings of court of law.
Cheered brilliance of Usain Lightning.
Chomped juicy bowl of Okanagan cherries.
Shared golden sunset on Sidney Spit.

"Do not give up!
Never give up!
We believe you will find a beautiful
future."