Halifax musings

A poem

At the Waterfront in Halifax, NS. (Photo: Erza Applebaum)

It’s sunrise.

The plane has finally landed

And my waiting has ended -

I’m here to see you.

*

The prize (you).

I’m here to seize you,

To feel your touch on my skin,

And blush like on cue.

*

“Surprise!”

I cheer from around the corner.

Your smile becomes warmer,

And you’re happy too.

*

Blue skies.

We stare at them together,

In good or bad weather,

While eating fondue.

*

Apple pies -

You feed them to me at the Waterfront;

Someone behind us is smoking a blunt,

But I’m high off of you.

*

It’s sunset.

The airport is hushed.

I’m late. I’m sad.

Our “good-bye” is rushed.

But in the end

I’m happy we met.