Across Saskatchewan

Halfway across Saskatchewan
heading to Alaska, last spring
northwest of Regina
hear my cell phone ring,
Name and number on the dial
haven’t talked all year
last time together
on the Yukon with a beer,

Are you still in Whitehorse?
yes, you say you are
be there in a couple days
isn’t all that far,
You say you’re looking forward
being with me again
pick up where we left off
a place we might have been,

Talk awhile as I drive
prairie wide highway
grain silo country
a soft spring day,
I think about seeing
seeing you once more
but wonder about stepping
on that trap door,

We met in Dawson City
by the river flowing brown
just off the ferry
just hanging around,
Start a conversation
decide to have a drink
couple hours later
it’s either swim or sink,

Watch the river flowing
the next several days
the campground in my trailer
perhaps just a phase,
Both had other places
we really should be
but each had excuses
and thus, didn’t flee,

But then it came time to go
we each went our way
you back to Whitehorse
we’ll meet another day,
And now I’m rolling towards you
your head, and your bed
and whatever farfetched fantasies
are floating in our head,