On the bus today, this short poem by one of my favourite BC poets (part of the poetry in transit series):
I’m waiting to write.
It’s like waiting for the bus. You know the bus will come.
I don’t know the bus will come. All I know is there’s a sign here that says “bus stop.”
You may have to flag it down.
I’m not flagging it down. I’m waiting for the bus that stops at this bus stop.
George Stanley
Wonderful, isn’t it?
I suspect this may be my last “normal” post for the Summer. Soon invited guests (as opposed to uninvited guests) 🙂 will arrive for a short visit and then in early August we leave the city to go on our annual Summer road trip which includes camping. If all goes well, I will return with photos and news of our misadventures adventures in late August. I know myself well enough to know there probably won’t be complete radio silence. But then I could surprise myself and go cold turkey. If I don’t (go cold turkey), expect to see me in the blogosphere leaving sun-addled/lake-chilled-beer-cheery comments on my favourite blogs. I ask for your forgiveness for any odd or gobbledygook comments in advance.
I will be scheduling in some of my poems just so you won’t forget me.
I plan to get through a mountain of books. I love reading under the shade of a tree with a view of water stretching before me. Once I took a book out with me when we went tubing down a river and well, it didn’t work out so well for the book. My Summer reads all return from vacation with shiny covers (tanning oil) and with sand between their pages (as opposed to toes). Sometimes when I need a whiff of Summer I just take out one of my Summer reads and smell the ocean on those rough sun burnt pages or run my fingers along a thin line of fine beach sand.
What about you? Are you going away?
Happy Happy Summer! 😀 (to my Northern Hemisphere readers and is it ok to wish Southern Hemisphere readers a Mild & Happy Winter?)
Here’s to good times, glorious weather, happy gatherings and great reading!
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