At the suggestion of a friend (thanks, Scott!), here are some poems that were inspired by Bella Coola, where I lived for around 15 years.
Bear Tracks
Hauntingly beautiful
clouds ease the ache
all the red farms on the roadside
moccasins and thunder
losing myself in the immersion
river slides along over jade-green
slices of self
Barren trees ripped open years before
still standing silently
sopping wet willows
the death of soul
points to you, your death
in my eyes
Bear tracks on the sandbar
alienation
of sea and sky
by all the white that separates us
One from another
from the warmth of human contact
intersection point
unchanging.
Avian Things
word is a force
joined by song
taken under the wing
broken by our doubt
in suffering
shoulderbones
knit
and heal
but don't fuse over
the joints and tender reeds
that move us
avian
things
in migration,
noticing the detail of the clouds,
and how they move along the mountain
train of fog above the river
going both ways
thinning in the middle but never
breaking
until the moon rises above the fjords-
songs
cracking ice over the puddles
pub-holes
grub-holes
winter
dead
marsh
becomes their home
honking
presence
lingering
traffic
above the powerlines
raking the sky.
Crunch
Crunch
of boots on brittle needles
orangish glow – to it all
the bracken
oh the bracken in the lows and highs,
hungry species
filling up the empty spaces
takeover of the random
and unworkable
in the barren, cursed land
entropy foils all my greatest plans.