YYC POP: Poetic Portraits of Poetry, a Sheri-D Wilson Laureate Project

Not My Calgary

– Curtis Dowhaniuk

The Calgary I knew is gone
It has transformed
Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of what was before
Through times of celebration
Through the difficult
We always persevere
Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of what was before
But only a glimpse
There used to be more sky
More nature
Fewer roads
The city was small
Now I am the one who feels small
I love this city and I always will
It was home then
And it is my home now
It will be my home forever
Till the day I die
Nothing could ever change that
I wouldn’t change it either
If I could have travelled the earth
I would have always ended up right here
Because through the extreme joy
And the depths of pain
Calgary was always there for me
Calgary leaves no one behind
Even an old woman
One of an era gone
But not forgotten
A woman who still belongs
Despite everything
Calgary isn’t mine anymore
Some days, I can barely recognize it
I know the roads
But I don’t
And it hurts
When something dear is different
So different
I love what Calgary has become
But it isn’t mine
It was once
But no longer
Now, it is yours
Take care of it
It will take care of you

Curtis Dowhaniuk

Curtis Dowhaniuk was born in St. Albert (don’t tell anyone) but is a Calgarian through and through. Curtis studied to become a journalist and now works for a homegrown tech company (funny how that works). He enjoys hiking, trotting the globe, playing pinball, and scoffing at the Oxford Comma.