Storm Clouds
STORM CLOUDS
Storm clouds gathering again from the Pacific
Over this graveyard and its winged totems,
Cedar stories rich in legends, these items
--- Of far-off people, Shamans, and soaring spirits prolific.
--- Of the sea Indians - salmon fishermen - now absent
From the Weywakum cabins at the choppy anchorage, *
Facing the ragged edge of the Inside Passage *
With its grey waves and treacherous current.
Graveyards always feel shivery and cold,
But these souls are sealed at peace from storms.
My eyes begin to brim as I read the stones
Marking the changing currents of life age-old.
The chill wind pierces my jacket, waters my eyes.
Gathering in the darkling day without any dawn,
Storm petrels from far Quatsino Sound blown *
Into the ragged edges of grey clouds in the wintry skies.
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NOTE
*Weywakum Indians, Inside Passage, Quatsino Sound are all
well-known local people and places around Campbell River, B C
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Written by Sydney Peck 13th August 2011,
For Francine Roberts’ Contest “Totems in the Darkening Sky”
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