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