Hope
Tomatoes on the kitchen sill
soften side by side,
still attached by a vestigial vine.
Supposedly there to ripen in the sun—
but there hasn’t been sun for months—
instead they catch the diffuse glow
of rain falling so slow
it might as well be standing still.
Light teased from a million droplets
by patient fronds of moss
infects plump red skins
with a subtle gleam
of longing.
Later, I cut one open
and find tiny green shoots
sprouting from its seeds.
(Previously published in Poems from Planet Earth Anthology, 2013)
Prince Edward Island
I’ve never been to P.E.I. before. I was very excited as we neared the bridge, and not just because we are staying with Chris’ parents here so we get a break from camping. I never thought I’d miss the ocean so much! As we drove across that amazing 13 kilometer bridge, the sky was divided equally between storm and sun.
In our three days on P.E.I., I have eaten my first lobster, had my first dip in the Atlantic ocean, been to a really fantastic farmer’s market, and checked out an art gallery and restaurant called The Dunes.
That’s The