Have you ever been through the River Valley

When it’s covered in fog,

Lost in the mists of history?

As the sunlight refracts back up into the sky

And below, the river runs dark

In black cascades of ribbons and pearls

Have you sat on the bridge

Suspended in air

While the trees below sit frozen in time?

And the fog of a thousand memories

Slide in

And out

And together

Creeping amongst their branches

For a moment there

Have you yourself,

Frozen by its beauty,

Sighed in the autumn air?

Witnessed your breath become visible thought,

Coaxed from your lips

Like thread from a spinning wheel

Woven into the tapestry of haze 

So many memories; like spirits floating downstream

And known, that,

In Edmonton at least,

This is what eternity means.