vancouver island-based author and artist

The View

Tell me about the view
Tell me about the view from the kitchen out to the harbour
Tell me about the view from the kitchen out to the harbour you just stepped outside to get closer to
Tell me about the view

Tell me about
blue-green reflections of the soft ombre in the sky
the cotton-candy clouds tucked in behind
lilac and azure from right to left
papaya and rose on the left, far left
dipping behind the hill across the water
hiding amidst hollow trees
birdsong, sunset at 7:43


Tell me about the view you can’t see
Tell me about the view

Tell me about the view on the other side of the Island
Tell me about the fire in the sky
Tell me about the one small corner of a view on the other side of the island
visible through a kitchen window
as two tired parents
serve dinner behind schedule
the kids are restless and month-end was stressful
nature’s living masterpiece, outside
invisible

Tell me what that kitchen window’s good for
if not for noticing
spring Saturday sunsets
out of crackled stain-glass
Tell me what’s the use
of a million-dollar house with a view
if you can’t tell me about the view
you can see
So I’ll tell you about mine

I’ll tell you about my view from a lawn chair on the balcony
I’ll tell you about my view out to the harbour I can see
my view out to the harbour I can see from the kitchen
my view out to the harbour I can see from the kitchen all the way out to the other side of the water
I’ll tell you about reflections of a sunset on the west side of the Island
that people are ogling
Instagramming
or ignoring
I’ll tell you about the last bird songs and the old, breezy cedar gently brushing against the side of the roof
I’ll tell you about the sound of the neighbours playing violin in their garage
and the hum of the occasional car
rolling on
past the no-exit sign
I can tell you all about mine

I can tell you
that even without a “sunset view”
I have something to look at
something to feel
something to appreciate
and something to tell you about

Let me tell you
there’s nowhere else in the world
quite like this

© Mary dela Torre, 2017

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