Thursday, August 14, 2008

o canada

i was lost in the lakes
and the shapes that your body makes

the mountains said i could find you here
they whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
i traced my finger along your trails
your body was the map, i was lost in it

floating over your rocky spine
the glaciers made you, and now you're mine

i was moving across your frozen veneer
the sky was dark but you were clear
could you feel my footsteps
and would you shatter, would you shatter, would you

and with your soft fingers between my claws
like purity against resolve
i could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay
and came from the rocks for the earth to display

they told me to be careful up there
where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
they told me to be careful up there
where the wind rages through your hair

-Great Lake Swimmers

i’m looking forward to heading out for Alan’s cottage at Pike Lake this weekend. old friends from high school, plus rob and i are packing a plethora of country instruments in the car (instead of a cooler…this is probably not as smart as we think). it’s going to be a guaranteed good time.