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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