Yellowknife

Part 1

I walked
to the end of time.
To the very edge
of the earth.
‘Til my feet
bled in the soil.

I went
into the wild,
where the sun never sleeps,
and the moss becomes your bed

I came
to listen.
To hear the song
creatures have been singing
since before we had words.

And I found you
in the dirt and silence,
as surely as you were
in the dust
and the noise.

Oh great Shield
you sleeping giant.
You footstool of heaven.
Granite Goliath
with your back to the stars.

I went to the edge of creation.
Just to see you
at the center
of it all.