Morning Ride
Six in the morning
and dark outside
Wind already blowing
as I drive you to the airport
In places snow
building again where a blade
has channeled out the road
Open spots and ground drift
pulling the car toward the ditch
Before the overpass
we ease around a semi
jack-knifed across the road
and fishtail to Regina and the plane
that will lift you from the prairie
In the half-light paw marks
appear from nowhere in the ditch
move like ghosts beside us
until we see the mongrel
whiter than snow
running with us at the east
to chase the day into the sky
It leaps a snow drift
rises with the vaulting sun
The whole prairie a sudden radiance
© Robert Currie, Diving into Fire (Oberon Press, Ottawa, 1977)
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