Imminent Transformation

A poem about being on the precipice of change

Toronto CN Tower through cherry blossoms. Photo courtesy of the author.

Backdropped Ivy
creeps up pink bricks.
Cherry blossoms shade
daffodils and tulips —
vibrating to the rhythm of
rubber on pavement, wind
against barreling metal,
the rushing waves of
waste in sewer lines
below.

Commanding graffiti rules
just metres beyond,
at the tattered tracks
along which tires and
trees mingle on
landscapes of rubble
dimpled with rust-red
bolts and nails.
Loosely, they dare to
fit in, jagged like the
rocks around them.

Glimpses of this
Anthropocene city’s
dwindling hold over
my heart’s enthrallment
shine through with a tinge
of formerly infatuated
feelings, happily reignited,
if only for a moment.