The inland sea

The inland sea


The Ojibwe have put away secrets
cached them on the islands of this sea.

Once they were sharp flakes
on the killing crescent of life
caught in the void between dissolution and silence
between water and ice.

Tonight, when the languid eye of the sun
slips indolently beneath the sea
I and others will be drawn, trancelike
each toward a star-flecked path
each an island
each a cache of secrets.