A dear friend and poet met me for lunch yesterday, with a few items for the journey: a corkscrew, a hand-painted wind cheater and a beautiful poem. Perhaps it was the way she read it out loud, but it moved me to tears.
TO MANDY, MY FAVOURITE ADVENTURER
It’s a jet plane, a cruise ship, a luxury train,
no it’s a bus birthed in 1991,
well not a bus but a van,
a dining hall, a sleeping cell travelling
from mile zero to mile zero, a Canadian
juggernaut, a moving document
to save the documentary, a road trip
to tell us how to hold onto reality,
plastic filling the seas, corporate stealth
to own water everyone/no one owns,
earth shifting warm, too warm, the ravages
of oil thickening, spilling our of broken
pipelines, freighters and greed.
And old bus, a small blond traveling
from coast to coast to turn our thinking
wheels towards what we can do;
do what she is doing, daring
the impossible, believing we can
redesign our own journey, our destiny,
simple things: walk or ride a bike,
drink water from the tap, plant fruit trees,
grow vegetables on boulevards,
hear, protect the birdsong, breathe in and out
in unison with the breathing of evergreens.
And old bus, a small blonde, get on,
save documentaries, unravel the mystery,
save our small twirling blue/green ball,
save ourselves, save each other,
save our communities.
~ Dvora Levin