Thunder Bay
By Don Iannone

North of Superior--
a quixotic place called Thunder Bay,
where Native spirits roam restless
throughout the night, that lasts longer
than the longest day.
Deep still water,
without bottom, goes untouched
like fresh wild berries spoiled
by the early snow,
drifting away like mysteries exposed
to the piercing white light
of early afternoon sun
on waveless gray-blue water.
The truth appears,
like wind on water,
then dives deep inside me.
Forever I am changed.