Sisterward

JAN 1, 2019 Traversals

Ch’ich’iyúy Elxwíkn
the “Twin Sisters” beckon
And on the way to meet them
I crossed a green expanse suspended by two iron lions:
imposing imposters.
And I, also intruding from the east,
wondered why and whether I was even welcome in this land
whose bones know more than me about the means
of making peace.
And thus it was the fog of Stanley
And Vancouver’s rain
that (more than words) resolved to mediate the tepid silences
between the winding grind of windshield wipers
whilst my Yaris and I
spattered, shuffled, shattered
Sisterward