A Month

Yesterday’s yesterday it was July,  a summer

month is Canada,   we  were swimming in the bay

my restorative home in these months of warmth,

the sidewalks filling with people coming to

enjoy the waters lapping on shorelines, the  breezes

blowing through trees, to escape the still city sounds,

cars filled with longing  seeking space by orange

pylons you are not welcome in this space,

or this place as the earth called forth welcome,

the holiday weekend had arrived, will it someday

be recognized as emancipation weekend,  and when it

is,  how will its meaning be understood?

today the rains have stopped falling, the birds are

singing as the thunder echos in the background,

the trees wave gently, the breeze refreshes

we have had a partial family visit, we have opened 

and yet our gathering is incomplete as our beloveds live

south of covid border line and perhaps soon 

some will be across the ocean while pool and lake waters

lap on shores familiar waving hearts  and I  wonder when

will this end?   and I wonder when will  what end?

beginning constant beginnings and endings and another month

has passed and I am packing my bag, maybe I will travel

certain uncertainty  a hallmark of  seasons, months passage.