Friday, December 18, 2009

Inunnguaq - A Poem



               Inunnguaq 
 

Moss,
whispers of hidden waterfalls


a sleepy Inunnguaq shifts petals of granite specks
into my sight
 

seconds swim by – captives in an insect eye,
a rift of indecision, a calm bequeathed in off-white
colors.

I am at a  crossroad.
The Inunnguaq smiles, perched on the axis of its movement.

I’m trekking north towards the pole, without a compass, 
eye on the weathervane of lakes and forests swirling in the hail,
led by the shadow of the snow sphinx,

- an Inunnguaq.



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