As I was walking on Alberta Avenue a few weeks ago, I noticed that some snow sculptures were still standing from the Deep Freeze Festival. Those remaining shapes got me thinking of the beginnings of a new world, and made me ask the question: if I were to envision Alberta Avenue only in shape and sound, what would that look like ? . . . . .
If I were to speak of you in only shape and sound
I’d speak of you as barking dogs and kittens upside down
As angry voices, yelling voices, baby voices too
stutters, yelps and laughter bright
I’d place into my stew.
the corner voices, pleading as they drown
Teardrop lights roll down your face—
spilling all around
I’d speak as one creating, the world again as new
these shapes and sounds fill up my song
and all rejoice of you.