Oh, Canada

Ever been to Montreal?
Breathed in the unfiltered, city air
with a snarl on your
face and then thought
hey now, this is just
great, and
pounded the earth with
unsteady and
uncertain footsteps? Ever
nearly cracked your neck
craning to see
spotless, glassy windows on
the seventeenth floor
of an apartment you want more
than anything to live in? To wake first
thing in the morning and
see nothing but
everything,
lights and signs and
buildings taller than towers
in countries you've
never been to; but you've dreamed
of them, oh yes, seen them in
some manner but seen them,
nonetheless. Maybe someday you'll
see them with two eyes instead of
a mind too young to
find interest in the
simplest of things.

*I'm going to Montreal again tomorrow for a concert; I'm hoping this time I won't feel obligated to come home.