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Entry Point
By Paul Cameron Brown
Ants colonized it
- huge abodes littered with the dead
(leaves, sticks, the occasional granulated insect
piled high, totemic-fashion)
reaping a fortune in scenery,
though probably not food Ojibways were next -
their tell-tale encampment by
pocket-sized waterfall,
inlets off a winding cataract
& moss, loam-thick with black soil
a future arboreal dream
inching over rock, darling crevice
for northern orchid, then kiss
of red death the hybrid trillium
& more sinister cousin,
jack-in-the-pulpit
for Indian foragers.
Animistic limestone shone hands,
poked thru the forest with stealth,
petroglyphic lava beds
- a cougar pouncing -
runic carvings the cold in the
Giant's stone nostrils billowing
off the lake like a presence.
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