A tale of two weekends:
a) Twists and turns like shimmer
….of gentle ocean, thirst
….in dreams and waking hours.
….Still, like blue
….at the pit of the morning sky
….—where do I turn? Forgive me.
….We had a good day.
b) I can’t pretend I’m not wounded
….from our days in the country
….and the drive in between.
….(It’s always that drive in between.)
….From pigs to pork, beef to cow,
….you and I are no different.
….We moved to the city.
….I don’t remember
….being at the wheel.
c) Did we walk or drive?
….I think we walked.
….We straddled the ice age.
….And here you are, strolling
….in kindness. Thank you.
….We had a good day.
Mezi is a Vancouver-based poet, photographer, and Zen student. Born in the Middle East, he writes primarily in English with dabblings in French, Arabic and Portuguese. Mezi’s work has appeared in Sidereal Magazine and RPD Society. His most recent collection, Medellín, was published as a fundraiser for the benefit of refugees.
