Thank you from Laura De Thorne

7.19.10

Beautiful British Columbia
Today does not seem like a day to leave you.
Not with the sun winking its promise like a toonie on the horizon.
Today would be a day to walk along your skunk cabbage-kissed capillaries
In search of ephemeral treasures,
Like the bountiful mother log heavy with emergent life,
Or the plump red orbs of raspberry—
That delectable union between earth and sky, soil and sun,
The age-old promise of harmony hidden within us.
Today would be a day to wade hip deep in your waters,
Skipping stones like woes across your serene facade,
Waking up mements and memories long submerged.
At night we would crul up on your shore
Lapping up heat from cracking embers,
While children’s gleeful cries
Narrate the distant lightening display
Framed by your mountainous countenance,
Our own faces glistening with streaks of toasted marshmallow
Like foam from a distant sea,
Each day a destiny carried and carved by your waters,
Waiting patiently, like the stars, to unfold.

--L. DeThorne