april;
in a city they called home
a love letter to Vancouver, city of bridges, a palette of greens and pinks and blues. boulevards bracketed by cherry blossoms, petals bursting in the pale spring sun. it’s april and snow still blankets the surrounding peaks.
this, i tell myself, is a city they called home.
coming home
means returning to relics; stores closed, as if they were never there at all. as if memory was nothing but imaginary. as if the passing of time means waking up in a new body, over and over again. i can tell when you’re writing he tells me. you get this look in your eyes. as if love is the only proof that it happened -- that anything ever happened at all.
youth; in retrospect
we sit in the university library reading poems about Descartes, and the war. my hand on his shirtsleeve -- we’re both just actors wearing old skins for the people we weren’t, when we were younger. this season is for tulips; the roses still have yet to bloom. i still have yet to remind myself that i’m only a visitor. students mill about, looking younger than i ever felt at their age. the trees blush pink in the sunset. (i used to dream of times like this) sometimes, a single staircase is all it takes to find daylight again. to see the indigo mountains kiss the cerulean sky.
ps,
came back from a short trip to vancouver this week, hometown/collegetown of several people very dear to me. strange to think the scenery i grew up in was so different than theirs; i really do think nature and the rhythm of a city shapes us more than we realize.
i was working during the week, so i didn’t get to see/do everything i wanted to, but i’ll be back again sometime over the summer. it also made me nostalgic for the time in seattle i feel i was a little robbed of.
the poetry book i reference reading was Another Name for Bridge, by Suzanne Hancock. i picked this up on a whim while browsing idly through the stacks, and i am so glad i did; i loved it immensely.
forgetting where i am with my book updates, but i finished The Handmaid’s Tale earlier this month, and A Prayer for the Crown Shy. hoping to finish The Dispossessed before the end of the month. also watched Dead Poet’s Society for the first time this month and i am a little (very) devastated.
thank you all for sharing this space with me! i hope the weather is sunny wherever you are.
as always, with love. <3