Tracing the path to the Narrows
My feet obeyed the promise
Sweetness of pine and clay
Delivered the scent of you

Dust of the past swelled my throat
My eyes pierced beyond the Rock
Through to the days before
To our first skins on this earth

Knowledge that breathed there
Coaxed my feet shoreward
Graced by the evergreen granite
To the place where the pebbles shine

Our driftwood bench awaited
Still, but afloat in high water
The Narrows put on their finest
Brushstroked in mystery

We did not see but our hands knew
Mind and spirit linked
Crossing the threshold of time
Fingertips stretched to the brink

Eons from now we'll return there
Constant legacy to our soul
Where our whispers are cherished
And our laughter echoes bold

04/30/1996

Author's Note: Lake Mazinaw, Ontario is home to the Bon Echo Rock and Park, and on Bon Echo Rock scottish masons inscribed (at the request of the Canadian owner of the site in the early l900's) parts of a poem by Walt Whitman. Revenants are those who return. It comes from the French verb revenir.

Posted on 07/06/2004
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