Some Day

I will straddle the

ocean and race

across its tidal bore

overcoming the flow

of current

creasing my bow--

a canoe on

Northumberland Strait

heading to shore

and a new home where

once there was rage

in the conflicts

surrounding 1772

where English & French

and Aboriginal rancor

took generations

to quell and I am

a promise from that

unsavoury conflict

a descendent from afar.