North of the Mattawa, Trout Lake,
grey-eyed clear and distant; a moment
which, seemingly. The beginning
of the long dash. Time, and
Accelerates: the arid drift
of Nipissing, September.
We are caught now
in the mandibles of surviving.
on remaining colour.
Culled, from geologic excess.
If I grow weary
of being resilient. Airlifted, how
the dawn unwinds.
of syllables. The Trout Lake monster,
northern gateways, settlement. A pantomime
of balance, condition. This scrap
of bare earth.