An except as it appears on the C-Tran buses for Poetry Moves.
I have to believe that something of seventeen still lingers
though she pains me with her adolescent optimism
I return, hoping she wasn't wrong
that there is beauty in the stacked stones along the path
that there is a path indeed
mountains to be scaled and conquered
that the world is still ours
Erin is a doula, writer, mother to men, and teacher on permanent hiatus. She loves how writing connects us and thrives on the bright edges of human experience.