Bow, In the Face of Providence

"last of the day, 2nd of reflections on wonders of Canadian Rockies"

At the heart of the Bow Valley--

nestled in winter

the small town of Banff sleeps,

dreams of snow owls

hoot from a distance

the mind can't traverse.

If you stand at the intersection

of Lynx and Caribou--

listen to the wind winding

through passes still

capped by virgin rain,

time freezes, sometimes

even skips a beat

in the first light of dawn

when the sun crests,

beats the jagged spires

of Castle Mountain

a golden hue more golden

than any King's ever imagined:

there providence will be

Providence--

heart and soul united

in awe of All

beyond one mind's perception.

Ken e Bujold

2022

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Terrific, Ken. I love your choices in lineation and such a powerful close.

Winston