The Grand

THE GRAND

Water. Trees. Skies.

You are quiet for a large river. Birds are chirping.

A brook gurgles. Distant city noise fades.

I can hear the jingle of my dog's tags,

dangling from her collar.

So many smells for her.

Beauty. Vital Ecological Functions.

Always seems too far

from my neighbourhood.

A large tree stands firm on the sloping shore, roots thick.

Twisting and curving under and over the rocks

and soil below.

I should have brought bug spray.

Canoes, kayaks, and bicycles.

Yet Stillness.

Wandering.

On Indigeneous lands.

A large bird flies overhead.

It swoops down and stands in the water

still

fishing succesfully

with a lot less equipment than

the human down the shore.

Water. Trees. Skies.

By Markus Moos, Kitchener, 18 and over category.

Digital drawing / photo collage and poetry submission.

@enigmaharbour_art