June 20, 2024 Poetry

Nostalgia, Overland

Nostalgia, Overland
Tidal rapids. The current was too strong. Down the headwater streams, down the murky Fraser River - to disappear in the broad reaches of the Pacific Ocean. Between the trees, beyond a bay. Power washing the area directly under the Heatley Avenue overpass. “The Dawn” you said.

If the snow should fall. Three crones. Blood, water, stone.
Alone, you will not find the trail.