Tonight I glow hooped like an incredible boss at a huge cycle rave event my friends threw that went around the seawall and through Stanley Park. It was amazing, I had a great time and remembered all the reasons why I and those closest to me rule. I feel so happy and totally done for the night. The rain is singing me to sleep and I am so ready to go - it’s been a long, adventurous evening.
Walking home along Broadway in February,
realizing that evening is flirting with warm afternoon from afar.
Tree branches coyly fade to silhouettes, and mountains catch fire.
Above, a winging river of crows grant benediction in their crowning
of my golden head as they wind their way to Burnaby Mountain.
The western sky is like a living seashell shyly unfurling to show its secret pink heart
once exposed, lit from within so that its rosy stain catches my fingertips
and my wrists below my sweater flash bright and lovely in
the heart’s-blood of the day.
By the pricking of my eyes, beauty comes.