Category: Nature

ATHABASCA

ATHABASCA

Along the Icefields Parkway
(prettiest road in the world)
winding from Lake Louise to Jasper
lies a glacier that feeds three oceans
(Atlantic, Pacific, and Arctic)

It takes a hundred years for a snowflake
falling on the top to make it to the bottom

Before a snowflake that falls today
finishes its journey the glacier may be gone

On the other side of the road in spring
water falls down a long face of rock

They call it the weeping wall
it may still be there

RED STICK WEDDING – BATON ROUGE

RED STICK WEDDING – BATON ROUGE

When you get married at the Alligator Bayou
in the middle of a Louisiana swamp
it is well to expect some magic

When you get married on the anniversary
of Granny Jean’s death in her 100th year
you can pretty much expect she’ll be here

The sky cracking open with lightening
just as the preacher starts preaching
and the thunder and rain and hail
rattlering off the big tin roof
all through poem and ceremony
might have happened anywhere

But when the wedding vows slow
that rain to a stop, so we can go out
on the flat bottomed boat at dusk
come around the corner and see

Two cypress stumps fifty paces apart
struck by the wedding party lightning
firefly sparks against the night
we know we’re not in Kansas

GRACELETS

GRACELETS

Because Gloria needed a new word
for those brief magic shining moments

A word for when the fox was looking over
her shoulder as she sketched in the woods

A word for when the pure white horse
trailing black reins came thundering
past her and a friend on a snow white day

For the sunsets that cover the whole sky
double rainbows when grandmothers die
and a circular rainbow that held you and I

Sheet lightning eating its tail in a circle
Northern lights that start in a point over
your head and shower around you

For the magic of weaving our gracelets when
we meet to remind us of magic in each of
our lives and each other

Because of all this, it is now your word too

Thank you Gloria

INDIAN RIVER, ONTARIO 2004

INDIAN RIVER, ONTARIO 2004

Above waterfall
In circle of highest pine
green showers down

By the waterfall
body rests in hammock
cells rush to the sea

Below waterfall
power beyond soap and rub
washes off city

Lying by the bank
trees holding blue hammock
lift it to the sky

Indian River
Great Blue Heron stands
wise Tibetan monk