My shift as passenger came at night
this particular run from east to west,
Krazy Crow going to Blackfoot,
Wolf Woman to the old Grey's den.
We'd eaten miles from Manatoulin,
made it through Thunder Bay
before raging clay floods
closed the roads behind, miles
we’d ride from clouds with fire
in their bellies and tears
enough to drown towns.
Then came endless prairie,
lamp-lit straight ribbon highway
under spilling bowl of stars,
Aurora Borealis Thunderbird
flying with us, freedom
to follow my gaze, folding
legs under, upon the seat,
unable to sleep before my turn
behind the wheel, come Alberta
and the sun's rising
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