Imminent Transformation

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id="4ccd">I detach piece by piece; transformation’s imminence, having lingered too long, shimmies the most steadfast bits free. An unusual opportunity hangs on the horizon to the east; of that there is certainty.</p><p id="2beb">Whether the version of belonging I find there is like bright green ivy against powder-pink petals or strewn, weathered bolts protruding from black, porous gravel is a mystery worth uncovering at the cost of familiarity.</p><p id="7e67"><a href="https://watershieldpoetic.medium.com/"><i>Rachel Ramkaran</i></a><i> is an author, editor, poet and flow artist. <a href="https://winning-composer-4606.ck.page/05c798972b">Sign up for her newsletter</a> for regular editing and creativity tips, captivating stories, and more.</i></p><p id="9b0a"><i>You may also enjoy these pieces:</i></p><div id="7db5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://watershieldpoetic.medium.com/nocturne-d16e503fef8a"> <div> <div> <h2>Nocturne</h2>

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A poem about being on the precipice of change

Toronto CN Tower through cherry blossoms. Photo courtesy of the author.

Backdropped Ivy creeps up pink bricks. Cherry blossoms shade daffodils and tulips — vibrating to the rhythm of rubber on pavement, wind against barreling metal, the rushing waves of waste in sewer lines below.

Commanding graffiti rules just metres beyond, at the tattered tracks along which tires and trees mingle on landscapes of rubble dimpled with rust-red bolts and nails. Loosely, they dare to fit in, jagged like the rocks around them.

Glimpses of this Anthropocene city’s dwindling hold over my heart’s enthrallment shine through with a tinge of formerly infatuated feelings, happily reignited, if only for a moment.

I detach piece by piece; transformation’s imminence, having lingered too long, shimmies the most steadfast bits free. An unusual opportunity hangs on the horizon to the east; of that there is certainty.

Whether the version of belonging I find there is like bright green ivy against powder-pink petals or strewn, weathered bolts protruding from black, porous gravel is a mystery worth uncovering at the cost of familiarity.

Rachel Ramkaran is an author, editor, poet and flow artist. Sign up for her newsletter for regular editing and creativity tips, captivating stories, and more.

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