Not such an inspiring week. I’m not ready to write about my addiction to reality tv, and am feeling more frustrations than facinations at the moment. But, I do have something to share. Kate just applied to the Creative Writing program at UBC, and I love her poetry. And not just because I am her mom. Well, maybe. This is one of my favorites, clearly inspired by my bike, Flo, dontcha think? When we were in Vancouver last month, we spent much of our time imagining how to turn this into a photo project. That never happened (the oh-so-much-simpler-only-in-Kate’s-world play about the circus juggler became the project instead), but it made the poem even more special to me.

Sally Rode Her Bike

Sally rode her bike today
(Good morning)
Its body carved a sultry curve
Between the sleeping apple trees
And over red-rust railroad tracks
Down, she tipped her handlebars
Down crusty cement stairs
Along the shore she rode
Tires tracing pebbled paths
Sinking in the sand
Tides rolled over, moving forward, beckoning the land
Sally rode her bike back home
(Good night)
Her basket full of stars
And to each one she whispered dreams
Hanging in the dark.

© Kate Barbaria 2008