The first day of Spring –
Looks like the first day of Spring –
However, it feels –
Like the last day of Winter –
At the front of the ferry
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
Notes to this poem…
It was about 0 degrees Celcius out on the first day of spring. Looking all around, due to the chain of warm days from the end of February to early March, or warm enough to melt everything in between and then some, the landscape didn’t look like winter at all. However, the wind chill in the middle of the harbour, when standing at the bow of the ferry, was probably minus 6 or lower. It was different enough you could feel comfortable sitting in the sun of the ferry upper deck, generally below the wall of the deck. Stand up and walk to the bow and your face will feel like it’ll start freezing.
I denoted all these fine differences with the metaphor of the last day of winter and the first day of spring, attributing them to one or the other.
The F-series poems are part of a collection composed on my ferry rides across Halifax Harbour when the buses aren’t crossing the MacDonald bridge due to the Big Lift bridge redecking. This should keep happening until at least December 2016.