we

i just came across this poem i wrote last year while having lunch at a winery near kelowna with a stunning view overlooking slopes studded with grape-heavy vines and the sparkling, sparkling okanagan lake.

a winery somewhere around okanagan lake in souther british columbia, canada

once again it drives home the biggest learning i received last year: how deeply i am, and we all are, imbedded in relationships.

i’d like to dedicate this poem to my three blogging relationship divas, liz strauss, tanya, and glenda.

we

in plural it is: we.

we who lounge on the veranda looking at a vine-laced lake;
we who sneeze in trenches and blood splatters everywhere;
we who sit on tractors, fix computers, diaper babies, and who mourn the lost, lost memories of our fathers’ faces.

so much we.

a teeming, scrambling, giggling mound of mouths and arms and teeth and thighs.

yes, it can plough us under.

and yet, my friend, the singular is cold as ice.

(photo by jason and sue)

4 thoughts on “we

  1. isabella mori

    hi andrew … thanks for asking! i’m always tickled when people want to talk about canada.

    kelowna is in southern british columbia, which is canada’s westernmost province, right on the pacific coast.

    contrary to what many non-canadians think, we have some pockets here in canada that are as dry and hot in the summer as california. in fact, the okanagan valley is still part of a long, dry stretch throughout western north america that reaches all the way down to death valley and is in some ways not dissimilar to the eastern slope of the andes in south america.

    we have cacti growing here, man! can you believe it?

  2. isabella mori

    hi andrew … thanks for asking! i’m always tickled when people want to talk about canada.

    kelowna is in southern british columbia, which is canada’s westernmost province, right on the pacific coast.

    contrary to what many non-canadians think, we have some pockets here in canada that are as dry and hot in the summer as california. in fact, the okanagan valley is still part of a long, dry stretch throughout western north america that reaches all the way down to death valley and is in some ways not dissimilar to the eastern slope of the andes in south america.

    we have cacti growing here, man! can you believe it?

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