In September 2010 we were first time visitors to Vancouver, British Columbia. Jet-lagged, frazzled, too tired to think, and just a little bit hopeful that the city, our future home, will not disappoint.
The title of this book is taken from one of Vancouver poet Earle Birney's most famous works, "November Walk Near False Creek Mouth" (1964). It is part of a sculpture by Jaqueline Metz and Nancy Chew (2003) of a man with his hand - literally - on his heart, and cascading water beneath his feet. The sculpture stands on the Vancouver waterfront.
It perfectly captured our emotions as we faced Coal Harbour, having reached this point: - our best hope, our new beginning.
But still on the highest shelf of ever
washed by the curve of timeless returnings
lies the unreached unreachable nothing
whose winds wash down to the human shores
and slip shoving
into each thought nudging my footsteps now
as I turn to my brief night's ledge
in the last of warmth
and the fading of brightness
on the sliding edge of the beating sea
Earle Birney, 13 May 1904 – 3 September 1995