So many rivers we wandered without helmsman or guide.
Some so shallow the stones barely below the surface,
glacier shrapnel once jagged, now tumbled round and smooth.
Others, honey rivers wide and slow, the breeze
rich with warm clover.
They made us light in their embrace, these rivers,
whether our bodies splayed them open
or we lay beside them laughing in key with the timeless
rumble of water and stone. If I were a river
I would be blue and brown and green at once;
clear as glass, the stones bright, light, a rusty refraction.
Would you swim in me again?
Would you ride the river inside me as you once did?
Could we both be born over in a rushing river of light and hope?
I wish I were a river.
Michelle Good is of the Battle River Cree and a member of the Red Pheasant Cree Nation. A lawyer, and most recently, a graduate of UBC’s Master of Fine Arts program, she is currently putting the finishing touches on her novel that explores the diverse experiences of Residential School survivors left to their own devices when the law could no longer hold them in the schools. Her poems have previously been published in Gatherings—Volume VII: Standing Ground Strength and Solidarity Amidst Dissolving Boundaries and West 49th.