poetry
Taking the Bus from Regina to Saskatoon
by Elise Moser
Taking the Bus from Regina to Saskatoon
Taking the Bus from Regina to Saskatoon
The cattle are out collapsed like card tables upon the grass bony old gals their muscular babes tilting through sunlight
For the first time in years there is water in the fields the sloughs intense blue eyes unblinking rippled fringed by varied greens
Flat against the sloping sides of a hollow: a miniature oxbow just moistened muddy like a thread wound back upon itself across a plain brown hem
Outside Chamberlain to the right of the road a valley spreads open and closed again its descending walls ridged and undulating given by a glacier that scraped the soil and space with its excoriating underside a flow of ice
It's been eras since there was that much water on the fields
The surface of the Earth was tender then vulnerable to the massive sculpting power of an incomprehensible weight: the trickle that excavates the tiny oxbow its great- great- great- granddaughter