Now, in book form!
Copies of 'Ride the Red Thread' available soon at Tix on The Square, Audreys Books and The Artworks...
you know you're in a polar vortex...
when one of the fellow passengers on the bus
is carrying snowshoes
is carrying snowshoes
skytrain/99 B line
a crush of umbrellas
and respite from the rain
onto a crowded bus with a defunct compass ticket
the driver too kind (busy?) to bust me
a long long way down Broadway
muggy steamy windows
a little girl having none of it
or maybe too much of it
barely hanging in there
from one end of the city (Waterfront)
to the other (UBC)
and all express points in-between
transiting the Couv
and respite from the rain
onto a crowded bus with a defunct compass ticket
the driver too kind (busy?) to bust me
a long long way down Broadway
muggy steamy windows
a little girl having none of it
or maybe too much of it
barely hanging in there
from one end of the city (Waterfront)
to the other (UBC)
and all express points in-between
transiting the Couv
some Thursdays...
while you wait for the bus
you are serenaded by pipping birds
in the tall cedars along your path
while you wait
(and shiver a bit)
you marvel at how pretty everything is
white white white
on a clear blue sky morning
you see another rider down the street
making her way to her stop
and you remind yourself that the bus is coming
anytime now
and while you wait
you are thankful for this meditation
a little time out
on a quiet day early in the New Year
and just when you begin to fret a bit
and wonder 'did i miss the bus?'
you see it up the avenue
careening down the totally wrong street
blowing past the stop with the fellow (would be traveler)
a route all its own
you wonder and weigh your options
should you walk up to another stop?
take another bus?
but you wait just a bit longer
until it reroutes
and comes to pick you up several minutes later
'sorry!' says the driver
but no apologies needed
no biggie
'you got here in the end'
you are serenaded by pipping birds
in the tall cedars along your path
while you wait
(and shiver a bit)
you marvel at how pretty everything is
white white white
on a clear blue sky morning
you see another rider down the street
making her way to her stop
and you remind yourself that the bus is coming
anytime now
and while you wait
you are thankful for this meditation
a little time out
on a quiet day early in the New Year
and just when you begin to fret a bit
and wonder 'did i miss the bus?'
you see it up the avenue
careening down the totally wrong street
blowing past the stop with the fellow (would be traveler)
a route all its own
you wonder and weigh your options
should you walk up to another stop?
take another bus?
but you wait just a bit longer
until it reroutes
and comes to pick you up several minutes later
'sorry!' says the driver
but no apologies needed
no biggie
'you got here in the end'
Bus Stop #2690
a scattering of nacho chips
and a scavenging magpie
some hungry company
on a brisk Tuesday morning
waiting for the southbound 9
and a scavenging magpie
some hungry company
on a brisk Tuesday morning
waiting for the southbound 9
a summer of detours
yesterday on the 94
westbound on 106th
some construction
(in a city of more and more and more construction)
resulting in a fork in the road
almost a major divergence onto the Gretzky
before a course correction
momentary drama on a familiar route
but hey
i'm all over changing it up
westbound on 106th
some construction
(in a city of more and more and more construction)
resulting in a fork in the road
almost a major divergence onto the Gretzky
before a course correction
momentary drama on a familiar route
but hey
i'm all over changing it up
Not In Service
the end of the line
at least for now
after weeks of wending
time out
back to the garage
for a little cleaning
maintenance
refuelling
along the way spinning
spirits, wheels and threads
the fabric of our paths
woven into being
and the promise of many more journeys
ahead
at least for now
after weeks of wending
time out
back to the garage
for a little cleaning
maintenance
refuelling
along the way spinning
spirits, wheels and threads
the fabric of our paths
woven into being
and the promise of many more journeys
ahead
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