my first home in Toronto was with a boyfriend
in a trendy part of Queen West just around the
corner from my favourite park: Trinity Bellwoods.
i loved the lamp posts & drum circles and
the birds that would return at nightfall,
talk about their day, sleep in leafy trees.
& yes, i loved him but the building had lights
in the hallways that reminded me of a ship
- couples behind closed cabin doors, silent &
holding the other down, kissing as they drown.
starting over again, i washed up a block
from the boardwalk, a stroll to the lake.
i’ve stumbled to the water in moonlight,
stood on a stone pier with my back to the
Toronto skyline and listened to waves
swallow the shore in the dark.
i’ve been lonely before in other places: a
village, small town, a corn field at dusk.
i can hear the streetcar swoosh by on queen
from my bachelor flat 24 hours a day. there
is something grounding about a vehicle that
continues whether anyone rides along or not.
- adp, 13 July 2009 @ 9:55pm / edited: 03 August 2009, 12:12am