Old and New, Sun through and through.
Granville Market, Blue Parrot coffee,
A view of the harbour,
with gulls wheeling softly.

I used to come here sketching,
and dream of a future
where I’d live a good life,
dignified – even mature.

Strolling that island,
so gently today,
and holding her hand,
and hearing her say:

“I’m so grateful for you,
so glad that we met here.
Almost forty years later and
not near done yet, dear.”

The former art college,
framed our first connections.
First dating, then living
to our spirit’s directions.

That clump of pilings and rocks
dredged up out of False Creek
became Nova Terra Firma
for the bold and the meek.

We met there by chance,
my best, beautiful friend.
Let’s have another forty.
Walk with me again!