Charlottetown Morning
In a lightening mist,
Each brilliant drop a point of light
Against my awakening skin;
Up from a fresh fall morning,
Up through the old town
On familiar steps;
The smudged stone and the tawny,
The planks of all colours
The sidewalk comfortably worn,
Under sea spun sky
And comb of wind
Through this assembling town.
Each day a small step better, this town,
Like a pilgrim lost on the right trail,
Like any lucky man.
Up through the old town so quickly,
Province house watching
Like a sleepy cat, smug
For reasons only a cat might know,
Lying by the fire
In a sunny house.