morning I looked at my watch while I
was still in bed in the cabin and it said it was after
ten o'clock which was banking hour and the time
any other establishment opened up in the city.
I had to leave the mountain by at least noon
if I was going to get to the bank in the city in
time to take out my last remaining $20.00.
Which was not worth being in a big hurry and
I rolled up the sleeping bag, hiding it beside
a cupboard on the other side of the bed where
not much light hit and I gave the place a real
good sweeping. Even two times and walked
to the other old cabin to fill containers from the
old wooden rain barrel. There had been some
squatters there for a while and it looked like they
had borrowed some of my candles. I flushed
the toilet in the house for the first time this
year and the squatters had written some
nasty graffitti on the walls: called me a dirty
little bitch and a whore and there had been
a book thrown on the floor called Jubel's Children.
That's the way it is in the house and before
leaving made it look like no-one had been here
and then they would never know if it was really me
even with my books of poetry on top of the
fireplace. As I started climbing the steep ravine trail
to the bottom of the mountain I could hear the
noon horn go off in the city and as I would, sang the
poem I wrote "Anabelle" like I have never before.
Rajala is a former long-time citizen of Vancouver's downtown now living
in Powell River. His poems have been widely published in magazines
like Minus Tides and Eclectic Mews. He has a chapbook,
Every Day Working Man, and has had two books, Blood Sky
and Waiting for Tamara, published by Multicultural Books. Waiting
for Tamara contains poems inspired by living close to nature,
and which reflect the disappearance of freedom in British Columbia.
In 2003 his poem "Diamonds" was published in an anthology called Heart
of the Community edited by Paul Taylor.