The Eye Of Quebec

Nothing isolates like Nature.

Where the river turns a perfect circle, 

there is a wheel of water

that will bring you round.

When the forest creaks, and fog moistens all;

 the shadowed ghosts shake hands 

trembling in the frosty mist.

Rene-Levasseur must have known it pure,

before secrets were constructed darkly-

some of concrete, but more-so, 

from the souls of silent men.

Fatal affection for ice, 

Not to live in romance

but surely, I cannot be born 

until the raptors settle at the cliffs.

 

As my shadow may fall

 on its flattened glaciers,

the lonely sea sucks the river out

rafting as a floe in circular infinity. 

The Manicouagan dreams itself 

and the world cannot intrude 

upon its tender virginity, 

for those dreams are the model of man.

Reviews

[JoeM]

The mechanical raptors are ever circling, seeking a site for their solid nests. You are very eloquent.

[Scott Durham]

Thanks! I saw this crazy thing on Google Maps and was drawn in. I so want to go there someday.