INSIDE PASSAGE
Yesterday we sailed into the clouds, to day we sail North to Prince Rupert,
the ship is a gentle rocking horse, back and forth , back and forth, but it
is the waves that seduce, like a poem that must begin somewhere to go
somewhere, even if it is just up and down, swelling subsiding, moving
towards lovely Islands, the rocks on the shore
the waves roar as if trying to enter into the trees quiet depths
The Lighthouse on Pine Island, standing guard -
standing guard on the side of the ferry
sailing by the entrance to Queen Charlotte Sound.
And Islands so thick with trees a thumbnail cannot cut through
Either evergreens or poems
The couplet Jennifer wrote:
Bad poet,
Bad poet,
Me?
It¡¯s not Jennifer
standing all alone on this voyage on this ferry
wisps of clouds, pale blue sky changing to
Bright blue sky
Dark blue sea
Margaret Hornby
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