Fogbound on the Great Canadian Highway
 

Fogbound on the Great Canadian Highway

Rivers of myth and legion,
Of ghosts and faces
that live beneath the waves,
of days so bright
your eyes burn red
and nights so black
that your soul can loose its way
and be lost forever in the storm
among the stars.
Each day lasts forever
Each paddle struck
a reprieve from the Serpents groping
fingers of stone.
Its black eyes watch
your every move,
read your every thought.

The biting flies,
the cold rain, blistered hands
and cramped feet,
remind you that the land is eternal
but your life is quick....
You press on and on,
chasing the ghosts
who have gone before you.
Always a day away from becoming one.

Michael Robinson Poet/Artist