Miskwaa Ziibi River
Early morning, you sit beside me
on a boulder overlooking a riverbed;
folds of your black and white plaid open.
Through mist, ghosts of Aboriginal
women and children appear.
They move silently, retracing steps
to escape battles in Buckhorn.
Tall ferns fan outcrops while mature maple offer
pathways towards the mouth of Little Bald Lake.
We remain motionless until they are gone.
Sunlight spills through clouds, sparkling ripples.
A blue jay caws in the distance.
You drape your arm over my shoulder and
whisper,
look to your left.
Elegant legs of deer emerge.
Mesmerized, we wait.
Lisa Reynolds is a Canadian writer of poetry and short stories. Her works are published internationally in anthologies, literary journals, and magazines. She lives in a waterfront community east of Toronto, Ontario.
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