Dunno what I’m gonna write
Dunno if it’ll be good
Dunno if I can truly convey my meaning
And be unequivocally understood
Sunshine whispers after weeks of rain
Afternoon musings
As I try not to trip on twigs
On this sunswept lane
Nature can talk
Like cartoon animals and birds
Our ears are the only issue
Interpreting what we’ve heard
Burning in the heat
Pleading with the beat
Of my rhythmic runners
Rubberising the street
Past Alberta plates and cracked cement
Past the springing flowers
Owning the land
Without paying rent
Blue skies and puffy clouds
Coronavirus news at 12
The past is present
And the future is lit
Excuse me while I pop
Into the woods and take
A hit
Confidence in youth
And still more at middle age
Please, please, dear Thor
Don’t cancel the Rage
Shadows of front yard trees
Woosh of passing SUVs
Yellow barriers blocking wooded retreat
Holler when you’ve found
My missing keys
I’m going up now, heading home
Up 22 and these here roads
Heading ‘cross the freeway
And over noisy lanes
One thing I surely don’t miss
Is that bothersome, infernal
Rain
~ Gunnar Våken
The Warrior Awakes: The Poetry of Gunnar Våken 