Written May 7, 2017
We stopped at Iceland and I stared out the
window at the barren landscape at the airport
as we refueled.
Now we are over Vancouver and skies are clear.
The plane circles over sparkling water, blue inlets,
and mountains still with snow on.
I haven’t seen this view for some time.
The jet tilts as it circles aiming for the airport in Richmond.
It seems a shame to move away from all the pretty things
with the skyscrapers in a cluster in the middle.
I think of the ways the city has changed
from the days when
I bought boot-cut jeans from Woodwards.