over Queen Charlotte Sound

the lichen-covered rocks below are grey and rust-brown

foam on the water like filigree

sun scatters sequins of gold on the sea

and Ted with the logbook and his head bent down

while Im holding her steady

over Queen Charlotte Sound



over the mountains now

valley after valley of smoky jade and shadow

snowy range rises against the blue

like a fantasy magic-lantern view

and were as tiny as a speck of dust on the screen

lost in a world no ones ever seen

over the mountains now



engine droning

landing on some nameless lake

pontoons rocking gently on the water

drift in silence when we cut the motor

drift in silence

drift in silence



over Queen Charlotte Sound