Went for a walk the other day discovering this and that along the way glimpses into Chemainus town this sacred precinct, unceded ground.
Met the man, wears a leather hat shares cheerful bytes. Eclectic chat. A joke, a tale, a fervent proclamation ‘bout living in the heart of this greatest nation.
Peered into dug foundations in Waterwheel Park where gleaming inspirations will support a brand new arch is this a pathway to reconciliation— footings to rebuild a truly greater nation.
Next came a woman and her Afghan hound dog loping grandly, eastward bound, I remembered the ghost of a lost best friend whose graceful gallop met a sudden end.
Poked around in a book box, wanting a read, when a voice from behind jokingly agreed not every concoction of facts into fiction lays claim the title of best-selling diction.
Then a youthful voice haled from a yard, a teen holding up an old rusted shard, thinking a geezer from ancient times, might house recollections it vaguely mimed.
Scanned from on high our inland sea, its surface calmed, not a notion of breeze, ships aglitter in a bright setting sun, pointing to oceans from whence they had come.
Returned to my doorstep the other day. Just where I’d been? I couldn't say because every step we take is taken into a world that’s newly awakened.
