water: the ocean beyond measure,
every sea, the river of my birth,
the lake that pulled me under
into memory.
Finally we love the beast
that lets us live.
Red tulips burn above the bay, rock cress hangs
purple and white
yellow daffodils sing
an idiot’s song of colour
I can’t understand can’t understand it
the beauty foreign-bright gaudy nothing
is real here I am not real
my head floats past my feet
and I cannot retrieve it.
Oh Canada.
I try so hard with you
