Saturday, December 7, 2013


               The shell-shocked community of WAIT-A-BIT!
is growing into a town. These are the lighthearted 
tales of its half-remembered history!



I don't know whether you know WAIT-A-BIT!,
if not it is of no consequence. For if you know
the North of Canada at all, you probably know a dozen
towns just like it.

There it lies in the Moonlight, sloping up from the Big River,
the Mackenzie River sweeping along its range of mountains
rolling down along its miles of woodlands, the wide river
runs rolling on towards the sea. And silence, the wide
wild silence of the Arctic, tempered by the caw of ravens,
sweetened with the howl of wolves, and seasoned through
all seasons, by endless light and interminable darkness.

There it lies in the Moonlight, sloping up from the
wild river at the foot of the hillside on which the
town is built.

There is a wharf beside the river, and a moveable
section of floating wharf which forms a “T”
into the river.

There are three boats upturned beside the
wharf. The boats go nowhere. Men used to
go fishing in them, but the freshwater sharks
that come down from the ocean inhibit
the fish from coming to this corner
of the river.

The bears still catch fish north of here,
ion the shallows where the river runs
very wide. And indeed the 100 pound weasels,
known as wolverines; they have been
seen eating the occasional carcass of a shark.

There's a pair of binoculars at Artie's Bar...
And we watch the weasels cavort over the shark
carcass down the hill on the mudflats by the

The boats go nowhere. The distances are
too great, the immensity is so vast...
So the remaining inhabitants of Wait-A-Bit!,
the ones who have survived ( and I am
lucky to say that I am one) we sit here,
sons and daughters of Intemperance,
and we observe the immensity...

The inhalation of solvents is
discouraged, but the use of alcohol
has been approved of once again,
as being indeed necessary to
contemplate the Eye of the Universe
which is looking back at us.

                                                                                                                          (C)2012 by William G. Milne
                                                                                                                            All rights reserved.

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