WHITEFISH MEDITATIONS
			we walk by rapids
			watch water hesitate 
			by a beaver dam
			hurl itself over rocks
			into spray curls

			we kneel by a stone fireplace
			atch sunset across a lake

			beaver guerillas glide
			through green-black waters,
			disappear with slap of tail
			tree sentinels disappear

			embers 
			reflect warmth of 
			friendship
			coffee
			shared in one small room

			stars watch our sayonaras
			we know not when we meet again

			white enemy conquers
			obliterates Precambrian rock
 
			Advent candles burn
			carolers sing

			thoughts turn to 
			Bethlehem
			cobbled stone paths
			the same yesterday, today
			hope for eternal peace

			Ursa Major, Orion
			shine on Silver Star 
			a snow-covered lake
			witnesses
	
			wordless bridges
			between friends
			

			

This poem originally appeared in Between Beaver and Athapap: a Northern Anthology published by the Flin Flon Writers Guild