A poem from the streets of Calgary

A poem from my travels this week in Calgary

What we were trying not to see

Behind us a cloud rimmed
By the electric light of a prairie spring’s
Sharp sunset casts a glow
On the towers downtown.

In that moment of reflection
A small truck carrying a small boat
Bolts over the Louise Bridge
Takes a hard right on Memorial Drive
And stops by the new sculpture
Full of quotes about war and loss.

“they’ve been pulling bodies from the Bow”
My companion says and I peer into
What little I can see of the churning
Waters below, wondering for a moment
How anyone could find anything as
Humble as a body in that flow.

Behind us the sun bends below the horizon
And the clouds clasp together to cloak
The twilight’s fading.

31. May 2011 by Chris Corrigan
Categories: Poetry, Travel | 1 comment

One Comment

  1. beautiful …