The situation of this poem is my moving from Vancouver
to Calgary, which is across the Rockies.
And going first to Courtney on that Vancouver Island,
that I told you about the birthplace or not birthplace,
but growing up a place of my wife .
And then moving to Calgary with Earth,
the ocean is the last thing to think of leaving Vancouver
to the island offshore up to Sunshine Coast,
where shells Sprout out of the water,
like, eggs in chicken nests, but eaten all in an hour.
The thing taken for granted this time of the year,
but think next year I will live across the Rockies.
Earth will be the largest concern, a thin trickle
of water cuts through cow country mud,
shrimp, sells for $3 a pound, sunshine
is dry with wide White Mountain clouds.
The plains are ever present to the eye looking back
smooth, as water.
I don't know how much shrimp costs here.
But the most amazing thing is that in Calgary, shrimp
costs $3 a pound and in Courtney it's $0.25 a pound.
Luckily I don't eat it.