Exposed are we,
voyageurs crossing
this great expanse-
One tiny vessel
bearing life’s weight,
two oars to navigate
Unknown depths below
and shadows murky –
we push on. Row. Row.
Sights set on new land
uncharted possibilities –
pray the crossing favours us
Then a shape emerges –
great hulking mass –
parting waters,
rising and transforming
Is this a caricature of our fear?
I am mesmerized,
project a divine presence
look for mystical signs
He shrugs,
pragmatically notes that
the St Lawrence is home
to such mammals
I dream of whales,
crave communion –
yearn for their certainty
their knowing
Just as I wait for a sign
from the departed –
inviting a simpler life,
inspiring hope…
A shore life,
from which I can observe
the numinous.
(Image my own. This is a rewrite of an earlier post)

