The Trek

It was a trek of treks

North beyond the touch

Of most human influence

Days,hours bumping through endless torture

Along a track now called

The Mackenzie Highway

My truck encrusted

Blasted by a grinding filth

My boots and clothes

Coated with a film

Of sticky muskeg mud

Exposed skin threatened 

By icy cold

To see a performance

Produced by unchecked nature

A swimming sea

Of blues and yellows

Shining in a darkened sky