City Muse #3:  Toronto

Frannie Z

 

I was selfish, untouristy.

Settling myself

into a trail

not yet completed

I dodged ends of buildings

and non-roads

to walk.

 

A kind couple

originally

from one of my homes

queried me, astounded.

Strange, I thought.

I can’t be the only one

with a crush on the lake.

 

A few hours later

rain set in.

On this lake

I, a rain hater,

became its lover:

 

Moist with drops,

filmed with spray

cresting to waves,

blessing urban winds

 

and hailing their fogged deities.