Moyie Lake, B.C. June 6, 1978

on my way again this morning, heading east 
stopped for a coffee
'hello there!'

a blue pick-up truck with woodland-bob inside 

we’re going to Coffee Creek

you wanna come?

hey thanks, I'll have a day-full

with cream and sugar

sounds like fun

 

rub a dub dub, three men in a tub 

riding on logs in a pollen filled bay 

smiling, laughing 

I could do this 

could I do this?

my inner voice sounds a warning:

it’s too beautiful, too easy

I choose to ignore it for now

for now, I'll have some more 

 

later of course the ‘voice of reason’ 

(who is that?)

Invades – and pops – my little bubble

so after another fruit smoothie 

we say another good-bye

and then alone again – but not lonely

(I have ‘the voice’ to keep me company) 

I venture into a new valley 

In the warm glow of evening sun 

 

turn

a long narrow lake fills a slice between mountains

road and lake lined with tall coniferous trees

a darker valley and much more rural

so quiet here

a few barns, a summer home or two

so quiet

and so so beautiful

 

turn

red-barked tree against a water-mountain backdrop




 

turn

B.C. mountain snow peaks so postcard perfect I cannot resist

just a quick snap and off again but … where are my glasses?

last seen on top of the car



 

u-turn

re-turn

a pair of eyes in the middle of the road, straddling the white line

'hello!  fancy meeting you here!' 

and off again

 

turn

an old barn with a green and orange roof 

too beautiful not to take a photo

snap, but then…

oh no! not again! 




 

u-turn

re-turn

eyes on the side of the road this time

peeking out from behind long grasses

they look at me reproachfully – how could you do it…?

TWICE!

 

although I do my best to resist the urge to stop again

my resolve is broken by a beautiful sunset 

a glorious sunset that makes me happy just to be alive

and here and now

in this place in this time




 

in my tent at the end of the day 

my candle burns just bright enough to light my page

I hear crickets singing 

the distant sound of water





Location: Moyie Lake, East Kootenay C, BC V0B, Canada

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