LOVE LETTER TO HALIFAX By Christen Jo Blackman
Nova Scotia you took a hold of me when I least
Still outside early in the mornin,
expected it.
Do I puff on mine.
When it rains the salt water curls my hair.
Do I imagine ghosts on Windsor? Or those that move swiftly today?
I feel like I must have been here in a past lifeOr is that now?
There’s something about a port city and the
I can’t tell the difference.
call of the wildest unknownHer paradise-
How can they be my friends if I don’t know
Her love-
them?
That is the greatest love of all-
Is that what happiness is?
To give fully of itself and to live happily enough to enjoy the day.
When the tide turns and I’m sunburnt and cold again-
Please keep me humble-
I’ll remember the Atlantic blue in her eyes and
Humble like soft grey
the grey grit under my feet.
Is it white, silver, blue, pure???
Putting one foot in front of the other-
If I put my eye on it I’d never know the truth...
For no reason other than espressos on deck.
Keep me gratefulGet by on less-
If it weren’t for all of these colors that turn like
This can all be bliss.
windmills in my mind-
You see the sun-
Hope high enough to fly a kite!
Put your sunglasses on.
I wonder if I just mightLearn to be free like no otherThe kind George Washington admittedly could not fuck with!
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