Even the bad ones are good-
they remind me of how poorly
reality measures up.

Today,
I plainly could see your infinite demure.

Today,
I understood your yearnings for bluejays and loons.

Today,
You cuddled me with all your splendor and virtue.

Today,
You loved me as your own child.

Today, Canada
I am crying with tears of joy.

Tired eyes by harsh light
I scribble quite lazily
Nothing profound comes

the broken thoughts of the past
shaped towards our own desires
true only to early remembrances
yet shying away from the truth.