a mechanic's vision
Bearings and Seals
Lost among the floes, the Arctic twilight no more
Than a remembrance of summer, my wit abandoned
To the hunt, I am a fool caught in a world that has
Become unfamiliar. Many days and many nights
I have stood by this hole, spear poised. Now that
I turn for home empty-handed I find my sled tracks
Lost to the wind. The sky is white, the earth is white.
For the want of a seal I will perish. Fear grips my gut
When hours ago I felt only hunger. I am ashamed
To be a man caught out, ashamed to have lost my way,
Ashamed that I will join my ancestors weak and hungry.
Is it my destiny to lose my bearings while hunting seals?
I will put faith in my dogs. I will give them their lead.
I will follow. Together we will live, or together we will die.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2018-01-21 at 21:23
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