Toward Thunder Bay
Winds from the clearing
bring a merlin falcon rising
as I reached upon a steep climb
of wet rock.
I washed my face
in the cold lake
and then fresh beneath my arms
while loons call at sunset.
Gazing out to the islands
and table mountains,
the blue changed the blue
into a wolf from the water.
Aurora lights like a voice
through the boreal forest,
its colors stream alive in my hollow body
wanting a closeness to know.
John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. Least Bittern Books published his second collection, Under the Mountain Born.
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