Fathers

 

Schonmaier Lost.jpg

Lost

 

They ski through the northern boreal

forest, over frozen

 

lake after frozen lake

until finally where the ice cracks

 

like gun shots beneath

their skis, and their eye lashes

 

are thick with white frost, the man

slows and says to his ten

 

year old daughter, “If my heart

stops beating right now

 

what will you do?”

She says, “I’ll continue

 

forward.” “No,” he says, “you’ll

follow our tracks safely

 

back.”  And years later

after his pulse

 

has stilled she again finds

the way

 

to the deep safe cold

of this heart warmed place.

 

from Wavelengths of Your Song (McGill-Queen’s University Press)

 

Photograph by Eleonore Schönmaier