Walk Down Burrard

[This poem needs work, but I felt it was time sensitive, so I wanted to get it out. Give my your thoughts, editing and otherwise]

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6:34

I walk down Burrard Street

to kill time before Church

listen to Social Distortion

start to feel nostalgic

I keep my eyes on the ground

see my reflection in a puddle

on the fancy sidewalk

outside a half-empty high-rise,

and wonder where I’ll be in a year

Outside an Anglican Cathedral

there’s a poster for a Gregorian chant

describing the service as an opportunity

to be transported to another age entirely

I roll my eyes

keep walking

past boutiques

selling things

I can’t afford and don’t want

I try and figure out summer plans

where I’ll live

wonder who’ll be around

if they’ll have time

thoughts and worries bounce off each other

as my socks dampen

I walk right past my church

because I had a lot of time

I keep walking down the street

my eyes chained to the sidewalk

trying to decipher

whether I’m looking at my reflection

or just a shiny shadow

In a shallow puddle

on the gray concrete

I notice several pink pedals

I look up to see a cherry blossom tree in half bloom,

must be the first tree in the city.