On my way to the bus stop

on my way to the bus stop this morning

the sun was just beginning to rise.

it dawned above the brick red row houses

as well as the sturdy, leafless trees

that line the avenues of my city.

as i emerged from the serene sidestreets

the streetcar whooshed down the main road

and commuters hurried and crammed

into those small steel crowded cars.

i crossed the road, strolling down another avenue.

now the sun was alive and glowing

shining in rays of peach pink and bright amber

shimmering over the blue in my eyes

leaving traces in my copper red hair.

the walls of my fantasy world

began to scale straight into the sky.

suddenly the webs of my wallowing turned loose

unspooling and breaking the locks of my truth.

i was no longer fearing for the future

nor beating myself up over the past

instead fixated on the dogs barking by

or counting the kids with toques on their heads.

i reached the end of my journey

where row houses grew into grey coloured mansions

yet the light still simmered in the same way

when i first set foot into the sleepy morning.

the sun had fully risen against the sky

and all that’s left to do

is to wait in the seas of wonder

nestling into the peace

of my once chaotic mind.

-Owen Merskey