he would pick me up,
at the strike of noon,
and carry me away
from the office jumbled
politics and jungle of machines
and we'd drive
to the mountain park
and eat avocado sandwiches
happily
amongst the totems
and the green
in the playground of the gods
we'd talk
and munch on kalamata olives
and walk
and smell the blooms
in the rose garden
then - as the minutes fell away
we'd pack up
and say good-bye
to the gods and the flowers and the feast
and drive, silently, back and sit -
quietly in the car,
with my head on his shoulder
until just before the hour was up -
and then, I'd tell him that I loved him
and walk back into the concrete box:
feeling as lonely as a wet stare.
note: the Totems At Burnaby Mountain Park were carved by Japanese artists and were a gift to the City Of Burnaby from a sister city in Japan. The area where these totems are on Burnaby Mountain is called "Playground of the Gods".
photo: Playground of the Gods - W. Bourke
© 2012 Wendy Bourke
... as lonely as a wet stare ... ooof. Oh, to leave a lover and return to the drudgery of work ... dang!
ReplyDeletethe serene aura of god's land will stay in memories
ReplyDeletebeautiful lines of ecstasy and agony....
ReplyDeletea brief rest.. might at the end fill you with emptiness. still the beauty of the mountains.. very nice.
ReplyDeleteOh what a lovely time...going back to a "concrete box" would certainly be such a buzz kill!
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