Accepting The Messy Parts Of Your Life
THE ROAD TO BANFF
Victoria Bender
Midsummer in the Rockies, I leave
Glacier, heading towards Banff;
early rain reflects off pines as if
last night’s stars fell liquid.
I open the car window, inhale
an earthy dank.
One midnight, John and I awoke,
drove through starry dark.
As dawn touched Tahoe, we
made love on dew-cold ground,
pink, orange and muted blue
above.
Now, topping a small rise, I look
across an unexpected valley,
before me in a perfect arc,
a rainbow. Inside its colored dome
the forest hovers,
blending light with time.
A giant bus pulls in beside,
belching noise and people;
cameras click away. Except
one couple midway back
next to an open window. She half
rises, camera ready,
as she turns to him, “What d’ya think?
Ya wanna get out an’ see the rainbow?”
He peers through the window which gives
a partial view. “Nah” he snorts,
“it’s nothin’, I’ve seen
rainbows before.”
I’m heading to the ice fields,
one hundred twenty-five square miles
and depth sometimes 1000 feet;
formed when other life walked here
feeling the sun,
seeing the rainbow.