The bus ride felt short for once, like time just slipped away,
Playing Imposter with my friends made it feel like a holiday.
We laughed too loud, forgot the road, the trip was flying by,
Windows fogged from cloudy skies, grey but kind of shy.
Granville Island waited, buildings buildings old, but full of art,
The kind of place that feels alive, yet calm within the heart.
The weather matched the poetry mood, not sad, just soft and slow,
Like the kind of day that tells you, “Breathe, it’s okay to go with the flow.”
Inside the theatre, something clicked, nostalgia hit me fast,
I’d been here once at six years old; funny how memories last.
Back then it was Cat in the Hat, bright colours, silly rhymes,
Now it’s poets with calm voices sharing heavier times.
The first one, Angelica, she spoke with steady grace,
Her words were like a heartbeat, familiar, in their place.
Her poem about South Van, the elders, and her street,
Made me think of family ties and faces I might meet.
When she said, “I kept these for you,” my chest just felt so full,
Simple words, but warm enough to break the day’s grey lull.
The second poet left me spinning, surreal, loud, and wild,
It felt like hearing every dream I had when I was a child.
Too many words at once, all crashing, all the same,
I tried to catch their meaning, but they slipped right past the frame.
The third guy had that chill vibe, everyone could tell,
He mixed rap and rhythm so well, the crowd just fell
Into his flow, his easy laugh, his confidence so clear,
But still, Angelica stayed my favourite voice to hear.
I wished the trip was longer, a day to just explore,
To grab some food, a cozy drink, and wander store to store.
Granville’s got those café smells and music in the air,
It’s one of those rare places where you feel the world out there.
Then back on the bus again, laughter on repeat,
The Imposter game continuing down every busy street.
I’m not much of a poetry fan, not the “deep” type, I’d say,
But somehow that gloomy sky made it a perfect poetry day.