powell river 1

and out here i'm a speed machine too
culling away the inefficiencies
of hand and mind, seeing microsites, seeing code
loosing the hand and the clock
against the forces of agitation,

raven wings thick through the air above
watching from blowdown stump roots
I slow for a minute with you,
glossy feathers watching
eyes,
raven above leading the canoes,
echoing into my speed,
echoing through muted thoughts
stirred with thick wings briefly rustling

but i'm a speed machine today,
with shovel and trees, boot step step
i'm a speed machine again
and tonight i'll be tired, smoke flowing
out towards the bay,
texada mines and hunting eagles on my horizon,
coming back to complexity, decompression
until the morning, fleeing dreams
from the sounds of city morning,
into oatmeal and gathering towards the truck
riding sleep-heavy still along the boulevard
stretched all the way out around powell lake,
radio speed frequencies tuned to 42,
supressing sleep and the salmonberries
gradual acceleration of minds till we put our boots
step step towards the next