The Mineral Spa, Watrous, Saskatchewan

Salt loves everything save eyes, keep the eyes out of it.

In this element you are: jingle, skiff, chaff.

Two intelligent women float nearby.

Buoyancy makes strange things fly from your mouth –
families are postmodern – everyone has her version & there’s no center.

They see what you mean. Conversation flows with no bones
weighing anyone down.

Later, dark pennants
of cranes moil over
the saline lake.

Back in your cumbrous marrow shanty though
never home
you admit a truth, there’s only one
version, yours.