The old ways of thinking with the body are still solid. In this age of scientific thinking, there are still turtles, that speak to ancient memory.
Turtle Head, Kalamalka Lake
And that old grassland moon just can’t keep down during the days as the year turns into sweet night …
… and her consort from the old days, he’s here, too …
Zeus, Looking for Fun
… while the light begins to flow away …
… and his singers with him.
I Tried to Rescue Him, But He’d Have None Of It
This is an old story. There aren’t many stories. This is one of them. There are also ducks …
… wondering where the summer people have gone, with all their crackers. And the bear ate all the berries. Meanwhile, the poet watches the Birth of the Universe blowing by.
Lakes Have Skin, Too Kalamalka Lake
Maybe the summer people are shopping for winter?
Maybe the hawks got them.
Hawk Hunting for House Cats, BX District
One could spend a lifetime posing questions with no answers, or with answers your body already knew long ago.
Mountain Sheep Watching Kalamalka Lake
Our stories our old. We know them in our bones. I think that’s why it’s important to keep them alive and to keep telling them. Blessed be.