Archive for April 20th, 2009

Winnipeg, Manitoba


There are stories

that come to us wrapped

in the mist of rivers, rumours

of lost cities, valleys

teeming  with gold

birds, or deep in the rain

forest a tribe that can read

the minds of animals.

Is there really a creature

known only because we have seen

its long shadow, who swims

without stopping, for hundreds of years,

all the way to the sea, through the sea

and back, its movement remote

controlled by the spin of invisible



who ought to know tells me

this river I can see

from my back yard meanders

North, away from the cities,

for hundreds of miles and empties

into an Ocean that is mostly

ice, where the Earth’s magnetic

field guides the spirits

of water as they rise, weaving

sails of light in the midnight sky.

George Amabile


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