6/30

Newsie hats. Wool sweaters.
Form fitting coats, big wooden buttons.
Vacation photos, spring breaks from
midterms, exams, student student studentlife.
Campus sunshine. Stolen kisses between classes,
corners of the library, waiting on paper grades.
All nighters, starbuck line up,
the red of our bank accounts that mark us
as construction site adults. Dorms,
thrift-store fashion finds, gum boots,
a whole sectioned city, self-sustaining.
B-line stories, the tired that creeps up,
beers after lecture, the feeling of a Friday,
Cambie Street bridge walks, Seawall Saturday walks,
Tuesday night blowing off steam runs,
the trails of Stanley Park,
the places you find yourself, with friends, with cameras,
on every night you document.

I am going through your facebook albums,
all of you.
I am envying you, UBC student, East-Van artist,
Main Street hipster, Kitsilano yogi,
west-end traveler, North Van hiker,
Commerical Drive dreadlocks.

You found so many corners in this city's heart
to call home, to sculpt towers and 5-year plans,
you are figuring it out, out there.

And I am still here, wondering,
marveling,
aching for a map
and some sticks to light a fire with.