Monday, November 10, 2014


And after the rain, the echo
of what fell.

 Quiet Sunday. Not even a radio
on low volume. I sit in the dragon chair
and stare across the dripping trees
and wet rooftops, across Piper's Lagoon
and the grandfathered shacks
on the islands, forlorn
without summer guests.
Water pushing east, kicking
up against rocks
that fool me again.
Not whales. Not even seals.
So much to learn
about the sea.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Then it was November.

And I took a break
from writing book reviews
and editing my soon-to-be-released collection of essays
I Wasn't Always Like This (Signature Editions, Winnipeg)
and looking for a regular-type job in Ladysmith or nearby
to have some fun with my Lovely.
He flew us to Friday Harbor, San Juan Island, Washington ...
set up the bikes, and away we went, exploring.
Roche Harbor, San Juan Island, Washington