Morraine Lake Memories Poem by Gordon R Menzies

The time's tangible in glacial water
slipping from the mountain's shoulders
in torrent and rill, speaking volumes
and lifting our yellow rented canoe
while my paddle dips into the years
and whispers histories at every stroke
I wonder what the depths here hold
and you, like an anchor in Time, trail
bright red cherries from New Caledonia
wetting them in icy fingertip memory
passing them to me with a smile
tethering me with love to the present
our days are only so much scree
our lives but a cherry pit dropped
and lost in the depths of these waters
But ah, the sun is fine this day, and
your neck is a pale, pale canvas
waiting for the wet paint of my kisses