the sidewalks of ice cream headaches
40 km/hr winds – Valentines Feb
we hold mitten hands in Montreal
searching Catherine and Crescent
saintly roads connecting streets to hi-way
as we dodge little stores for warmth
bobbing around – bowing heads in
Basilica of Rome – falling down dusty museum
where crucified Jesus cries off in ceramic pain
a little red room to the side calling for ‘Mary’
-bundle tightly my love
we will crawl under ground to Bonaventure
separate body – our dogged hearts asking ‘why’
Sunday is setting off and your bus travels to Richelieu
my train back to Belleville – lonely Belleville…..
4 couples in line wait and chat
‘she married him – and he was all Catholic
but in her heart, her soul was Anglican….. you know
not like here – but how it is back home’….
my torn tired body focuses back to you
we live on faith my love
you are in my heart….my soul is all you.