Empowerment. Engagement. Authenticity.
Of Collisions and Compromise
Somewhere…
Between my spiked lemonade
and his pints of Kokane beer,
…playing late night Truth or Dare
I had my first shot of rum
and passed out in his arms.
Between my rice and curried chicken
And his potatoes and rare steak,
…at my parents’ house
he tasted curried goat
and ate three platefuls.
Between my hip-hop radio station
and his country and western tunes,
…summertime by the pool
he let the pop station play
just to see me dance.
Between my lines of poetry
and his lines of computer code,
…he wrote the program
that we use each night
to talk over the Net.
Between my university education
and his practical work experience,
…i penciled him in everywhere
in the schedule on the wall
of my residence room.
Between my romantic babbling
and his logical explanations,
…i want us to be together
right now, no more waiting.
That’s why he’s working, he says.
Between hours of long-distance calls
and Toronto-Vancouver commutes
…we fell in love.
(c) Kristy Kassie, September 21, 2002
