On the Road to North Bay

The highway is clear

Still, round every bend

There's that guy

The one who has to slow you down

The station at Temagami

Is lifeless

As though the trains have stopped running

Their tracks, covered in snow

Ice gives up and drips slowly

From a melting cliff face

Rivulets of life

Creeping across the asphalt

Look closely

And you can hear the promise

Of open water

Over the sound of the big rigs

And the radio

The sun is a story that demands our attention

Pushing back at winter

Cottage country and canoes

Getting tired of waiting

Natasha Head