Kaleido 2013 was a lot of fun. Colorful and lively. Here are three poetic impressions of what I saw on Saturday.
They pause in front of me, two smiling teenagers
Shyly holding hands
Torn between a rocking Cuban band,
And the performance artist, Spandy Andy.
I wonder if this is their first date.
As they separate-her hand flutters apart from his,
Like a bird gently released into flight
Her fingers look back as she lets go.
Behind them a middle-aged couple spontaneously starts dancing in the street,
In their own world
Their joy in the moment so real
That you want to reach out and grab it.
When in line at a bistro, a little girl shows me her new, sparkly, butterfly tattoo
She’s so proud of it.
The food line consists of my new friend with the tattoo, a policeman and, me, dressed in Shakespearian
garb. An ordinary Kaleido line-up.
Outside the restaurant, there is a drum circle, the drum beat is magnetic.
In the middle, a little boy, with a blue dolphin painted on his cheek,
is playing a triangle and dancing.
From the Nina Haggerty Centre emerges a youngster clutching his blue and green watercolor
painting, which he tells his dad is “magic,” as he skips away with his arm in the air,
the painting fluttering in the breeze.
At the building’s corner, two human flies are waving at the kids below.
On a balcony, farther up the street,
Hojo is singing an old Monkees tune, ” I’m a Believer,” in acapella
A kite pokes its nose above the crowd,
As I watch a flash mob of “YMCA”
And two helicopters continue to circle above-adding to the cacophony of sound.
Three aboriginal Cree women,
sway and drum as they sing beautiful, breathy songs
about the women who went before them, and about their concern for Mother Earth.
Down the street, exotic belly dancers, encased in glittering fabrics and flashing jewelry,
enchant the onlookers with their finger cymbal playing,
while the crowd hoots its encouragement.
I turn and see Mary Rankin dancing up a storm with Spandy Andy,
as people make way, laughing and smiling.
This is the Kaleido view,
a view of Alberta Avenue filled with joy, acceptance and love-
and maybe a little magic.