Nineteen poets gathered to share their passion, reverence, and concern for our northern rivers at ‘The Rivers Speak’ poetry evening. This event was a part of the Terrace Arts Festival Week and was received with much enthusiasm from poets and audience alike. The following is one of the poems I read, thanking the Skeena for offering me refuge and renewal.
Stretching my arms to Skeena River
I come to release the day.
Dislodge biting admissions
the weight of too sad stories,
children set adrift.
Then too my own unravelling,
the air here cool and clean
reaches in between the rib cage
rattles my bones,
shaking loose some belief
that I am more powerful, less powerful.
I give this away to the slow lick of rivers voice.
It curls into breath, penetrates eyelids
envelopes my smallness
Skeena pulls me into its embrace.
Turn me river, turn me back to my child self
to my thirst for living.
Sweep me amongst the cottonwoods and wild rose,
the bracken ferns.
Displace this separation
until I too am filled with light.