A 1910 photo of the Kwakwakaʼwakw, also known as the Kwakiutl, an indigenous people who used outrigger canoes as a source of travel through the Pacific Northwest region of North America. Source: Wikimedia Commons

Full Moon Paddle on the Columbia River

This is something we’ll never forget, he says.

Over the hillside, a full moon rises to fill the night and
brilliance ribbons the river in light. The paddle catches
water as I reach through the dark. Together we lean and pull,
arms, legs, shoulders, hearts.

Like a camera, the mind sorts and records, click, click, click
and I wonder what memories will keep:

this wash of shadow and shine, our laughter and sighs,
the train rumbling suddenly alongside our calm?

Or maybe the water — how warm and smooth, and
our voices easy so late at night

as if we are secrets slipping into dreams.
As if we are dreams slipping into life.

— Drew Myron

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