DAY 29: Border Crossing Review

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Border Crossing Review

(previously published in Border Crossing Journal, April 2015)

5 ˜˜˜Stars:   Superior/polite, efficient, helpful

4  ˜˜˜Stars:   Small details may annoy

3 ˜˜˜ Stars:   Officious, challenging, usually on US side

2 ˜˜ Stars:    Don’t like your bumper stickers, make you get out of car

1 ˜ Star:       Inferior/may be detained for no reason/ rude interrogation

 (Unfortunately the stars do not show up in this format.)

Northbound:  Lynden/Aldergrove Crossing

Before planning your northern sojourn,

remember to activate

your data roaming.  If in doubt,

call your carrier to see if this is free.

Tourist, travelers and truckers are fewer

than locals but don’t discount this one-womaned

border unit with a friendly officer inviting you

to enjoy your stay, eh?  That is after you

hand over all the passports of passengers,

and answer a few questions about

tobacco, firearms, alcohol and a new restriction

regarding eggs and all poultry products

due to pathogenic avian influenza in the U.S.

Passports are returned with a smile.

Before you merge onto a Canadian road,

find that illusive little button that flips

miles to kilometers and cruise along

verdant pastures to find the open roads

of our sister country to the north.

Drawback:  Lynden/Aldergrove border opens at 8:30 a.m.

This traveler was told the delayed opening

accommodates an adjacent dairy

which must milk the girls on standard time

and the border traffic interrupts

their flow.  So drive mindfully

and check the time.  Plan ahead.

There is no Nexus lane.

Southbound:  Aldergrove/Lynden

Upon leaving the province,

head south through a maze of construction,

“Oh, it’s the Canadians,” the U.S. border guard

will blame, but still with a smile

in this two lane option as squirrely

to maneuver as the Peace Arch.

It was an easy crossing that day,

with smiles and what did you bring back?

A skein of yarn, sir, and a full belly.

Well, welcome home, he said.

On your next mini international trip,

try an inland border crossing

and enjoy an exceptional  experience.

Due to early morning border closing,

This 5 Star ˜˜˜˜˜crossing

required an inconvenient  drive

to Sumas during milking time.

Thus this rating

is only 4 ˜˜˜˜Stars.

~C.J. Prince

©2015

Border Crossing expert C.J. Prince has reviewed borders worldwide. 

Find her monthly reviews here in Border Crossing Journal and in her

Syndicated column throughout North America.

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Verdict of Discretion

blue crescent moon and clouds

Verdict of Discretion

 

Tears wait in dark clouds.

Walk upstairs backward.

Springsteen or Pavorati?

Stars fill your eyes.

Capitolism or socialism?

Sunbreak or downpour?

The bar is closed.

Cannabis or chemo?

The moon holds a cool blue aura.

Men or women or ???

I don’t care.

Paleo or vegan?

Loneliness owns cities.

Tarot or I Ching?

When will the duck call?

Amethyst or seraphinite?

Sterling or stainless?

Bus or train?

Cloth or paper?

Bellingham or Kiowa?

Audrey Hepburn

or Janis Joplin?

Who is the blind woman?

Golden years

are fraught

with cyclic dilemmas.

Tiny stitches to nowhere.

~C.J. Prince

©2015

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DAY 28: Where My Feet Find No Purchase

suspension bridge in clouds

Where My Feet Find No Purchase

I call across the abyss.

You do not hear

as you scurry

hither and yon,

wiping kitchen counters,

grasping at hope,

cleaning toilets,

pursuing vague intuition,

the endless pursuit

of internet healing.

If I build a bridge,

I will need your help.

A suspension bridge

that will sway as we yearn

our bodiesto press

flesh to flesh.

Where are you now,

weeping in the night?

I reach out.

There is no bridge

above the raging waters

of concern, the boiling

lesions that consume.

I have no tears

to stir cement,

only dry fire to

forge steel,

a limited amount

of chi to set

girders, raise

pylons.  Do you

know we need a

a bridge to the

beyond?   I go there

often, visiting

the unseen.

The bridge across

our bed grows

wider.

You disappear

beneath down

comforters.

I feel no comfort,

just a jawbone

rigid as an abutment.

In the muddle of mind

I tiptoe, suspended

between the desire

and the reality, a suspension

that holds nothing.

Strings of a silent harp.

I walk toward

your sighs, my hands

open should you

tolerate touch.

I will fly over the chasm,

touch you when you are ready.

Wherever you go, go safely,

go with guidance

from your Oversoul,

go with the axis

of my love, symmetry

of lifetimes.  When rivers

overflow with tears,

you will sail above the bridge

in moonlight.

I will be there.

~C.J. Prince

`2015

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DAY 26: Taken for Granted

Close-up of granite rock. Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, USA.

Taken for Granted

You want to put me in a sling,

think I am worthless,

cast me away.

Some days you fondle

me, rub your thumb pad

against

my earth worn face.

Do you wish me

to wound or heal?

I can draw blood

or lead to the pavilion

of meditation.

Within me, find ancient

truths, long tales

of travel, covert

messages.  You

skip me.

A shallow toss,

and you forget.

My ancestors

are your foundations.

Take me to bed.

When you cannot

sleep,

touch me.

I soothe you.

Slip me

in your pocket.

I protect, balance,

encourage.

I am pre-historic,

collecting archeology

in my veins.

We are allies.

Remember,

a stone is a mountain.

A rock is all that is.

C.J. Prince

©2015

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DAY 27: Hanaku

rain drops on hosta

Hanaku

Numb

Rain chill

Blank as verse.

C.J. Prince

©2915

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DAY 25: Clerihew for the Lost Goddess

Clerihew for the Lost Goddess

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Marilyn Monroe

didn’t look for a beau.

When she twirled her skirt,

the press called her a flirt.

~C.J. Prince

©2015

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DAY 23: Temperance

GT-14-Temperance

Temperance

I temper things as I will.

A silver cup of water,

a gold cup of fire,

I temper into an elixir

you wait to taste.

Sunrise bursts below my feet.

I wear swathes of sunset

and midnight skies.

The moon catches fire,

reflects back to earth.

Walk with me.

See the possibilities

of opposition.

Breathe in clean air,

exhale expectations.

See my right and left sides

blend as sunbeams

race along earth,

yet stars still glitter.

What will you facet today

from that which

will not mix?

I don my jewels,

twirl my veils.

Hold my hand, beloved.

~C.J. Prince

©2015

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