Over queen charlotte sound

over Queen Charlotte Sound
the lichen-covered rocks below are grey and rust-brown
foam on the water like filigree
sun scatters sequins of gold on the sea
and Ted with the logbook and his head bent down
while Im holding her steady
over Queen Charlotte Sound

over the mountains now
valley after valley of smoky jade and shadow
snowy range rises against the blue
like a fantasy magic-lantern view
and were as tiny as a speck of dust on the screen
lost in a world no ones ever seen
over the mountains now

engine droning
landing on some nameless lake
pontoons rocking gently on the water
drift in silence when we cut the motor
drift in silence
drift in silence

over Queen Charlotte Sound