of totems and Lauren Harris

pointing sky

these carved callings from the past

art of being true and faithful

                    to trees and the raven

                    and the eyes that keep seeing

peeks so bare

elemental white against blue heaven

pull at soul with a vertical uplift

so we fly into sun with Icarus

our winter wax melting

walk outside

where sea meets sand

and sky meets mountain

and touch these weathered poles

now warming in evening sun

silent witness to what we create

and tear down

and build again in this

eternal shore