I know who I am.

Right now.

      I'm this walking.

Just now.

      Every step I breath.

I exist. I am. I breath. I shout. Now.

Edmonton night, Calgary morning.

The lights bright inside the cold of my hands

and flow from my inside to outside in the morning air.

I'm a mirror of the solitary nocturnal Calgary tower,

under this unusual Christmas canadian full moon staring at me almost lying down.

I'm on the shadow of a lonely girl,

I'm not longer a shadow, anymore,

in the same place where I have never been

but where I have been so many times,

in this spot where I started to dream

and opened my arms to this big tiny world some day years ago,

because I am a big tiny girl as well in this world that I walk,

because my eyes have learned how to be the world,

because the path is no longer a line,

it's a spiral that goes from inside to outside

from outside to inside

and to outside again.

Don't try to grab nor rasp the route of the events,

they're not yours, you only pass by them.

I belong to any city, to any river flow,

to any snowpiece falling from a branch,

to any past footprint where I step my feet.

Calgary, sleepy amusing Calgary,

bite my nape,

take me in your arms if you believe I'm not already there

and wake up.