And then, the If’s

photo credit to ~gocrackthesky

I dream of indexes
and of whim /
and of surreptitious sleights sliding with the trees

of reckoning, and oblivion
and salvation at /
the fingertips of
a Bravarian woman holding in her arms
ten mugs of frothing ale.

And of blondes
snickering from /
the most withdrawn eyes mankind
can ever permit.

Of dark streets
and empty highways /

boiling down to one simple premise:
of possibilities.

In the strangest of nights,
I dream of Germany.


Different Perspectives

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One hailing Wednesday, during our bipolar weather in April, I opened the door to let a person in. In an attempt to make small talk, I said, “How was the ride in?” and then, too eager to keep conversation, added without allowing him to respond, “Isn’t the weather terrible?”

Instead of the usual, “Oh yes, hail is terrible” response, he, a documentary filmmaker I had the pleasure to recently meet, said, “Actually, on my walk over, I saw the sunlight shining through the snow and it was very beautiful. I wish I had my camera with me.”

This comment really inspired me, and pushed me to see things from a different perspective. So, for the long weekend, Aaron and I decided to go guerilla camping up Rattlesnake Point, go back to Port Credit to enjoy the sun by the park and play a mean game of badminton while we took our kitty out for a walk.

To new perspectives!