Longitudinal Centre

This spring made winter an insulting opening offer

Now the passing lane is getting harder to negotiate

Thawing out and icing up again

Past the Mint, where a circle of provincial flags are flagging in the front yard

Tired of trying to make us think that it hasn't always been so hard

The sky looks seasick on the boxcar sway

Where the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away

So the sun pulls me out a bit and lets me go

I'm a vacuum power cord

In the back of that van full of kids cleaning carpets for the Lord

And I make a little list of sounds I found have comforted us in the past

The roar of the rumble strips and the Mennonite meter of the flood forecast

Oh, how the wind strums on those signs that say

The Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away

Steer this boat around the snowplow spray

While the Atlantic and Pacific are the very same far away