Squint.
Between tree shadows,
through drifting mist
towards the sun rising
on the Mahtomedi shore.
To the south the dark
island of the Manitou looms.
Somewhere a spirit bear slumbers.
A captive maiden waits.
A birch canoe beached
as a rescuing warrior stalks.
A drawn knife edge glimmers
in the new day’s first light.
His destiny on this dark island
approaches with each step,
silent as the growing dawn.
Squint.
Between tree shadows,
through drifting mist
towards the Matoska park sunrise.
You’ll see.
– For my friend V. Ford
LakeTown, USA 