December 1984

 

401 and Shopping Malls

 

dark, dismal, drab

no sun

no sky

just cloud

and more cloud

            rolling across the plain

blowing

overtop of huddled

                                 stooping

                                                masses

hurrying about

without the slightest regard

for a sight

so dreary

 

look there!

on the crest

a thousand statues sway

marble veins on granite skies

to sliver on lead

where billows recede

 

and on it goes

a path that goes forever

full of plans, dreams, goals

and destinations

 

and there!

on the left

comes sunlight crashing through

one small piece of daylight

becomes the painter’s brush

 

gray

silver

white

 

and still the mad wheels turn

life gets lost in living

lives are lost of hope

hope becomes a dream

 

dark, dismal, drab

though often

yet beauty will abound

tears give laughter meaning

laughter gives tears a hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

life’s chain of plans

a necklace of pearls

too fleeting to ignore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

slowly comes

awareness

to the mind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the colours

are brought to life

and dance in far off skies

 

 

that dies

hard

though often

 

My sister and I were on our way to

Bowmanville during a winter storm.