Eskimo Imagining

An Arctic fox casts a shadowed glance Sideways on the frozen glassy lake, slipping Pigeon like, gingerly, through fractured light Images of a swollen moon swallows up the night Wanderlust for blood will keep him tracking Hunger pain is cryptic in the savage beast Frigid ice that slices through the birthright Wild storms bring shivering numbing cold Pain is cryptic as a scrimshaw man in ivory Carving out a living after the sea gives up its own Whale remains become an etching post for patterns Frost bit hands work the blade inside the bone Cracked open long and wide like a spine or smile Under the treeless forest of stretching flat lands white Screaming winds will stop at nothing to fill in zeros frozen A wolf howls but thunder is louder under the pillowed clouds Muffled hollow, drowned in the secrets found Whispered outside where survival holds wolf to his fur Somehow tempest gales grow angrier in the fractured arctic Unpleasant voices are never heard again in winter sounds About the hour of midnight around the ice house Carved out of snow, rounded all about A humble mother with child hide inside the dome Covered in leather, camouflaged in white Eskimos stay safe and warm away from trouble Bitter cold never grows old on glaciers Fear not the tumbleweed or desert fire Tropical seas are only a dream of better weather Here on the badlands life is measured in ice Not in pounds of gold or silver snow fox A sliver of light from a lost sun is peeking Nights last forever under moon’s tutelage Under the working blade confused by day Cutting away summer from winter is a man Carving out an igloo or whale bone tooth Etching a future where fingers go numb Light becomes a figment of the imagination As a diminishing sun, a distant star fades away Mother prepares Eskimo blubber pie for supper