Dearest Vancouver

The other night when I watched your colourful form appear slowly over the horizon, I felt like I was seeing you for the first time. I wished the bridge had no end so that I could drive toward you forever. Please keep your lights on so that I may find you no matter where I go. Only you can be photographed by the water.

Run

I sometimes have the urge to run.
The wind sweeping through my hair
Untangling tightly bound strands
Rain drops gripping at my eyelashes.
My breath quickens 
Then settles into a deep and steady rhythm.
Muscles ache. They ache to waken 
Every joint in my restless body.
When all cells come alive 
And blood flows hungrily to my fingertips,
I move like a brush stroke. 
Shoes leave sloppy imprints of my soul
On the ever-changing earth.
But I never want to look back
My heartbeat waits for no one
Even if the past calls out desperately 
For my head to turn.
My eyes stay fixed on the forthcoming slide-show.
When I run I am free.