Who am I
Moving mountains for a living caused this obligation to aggressively push forward
Today I stopped
Saving a family of spiders journeying across the mossy ground
Smelling Labrador tea flowers to unearth a great delight
their smell lingers, a welcomed visitor on my skin
With the sun blanketing my body I imagine you
you are the mild windy days that I dance around from sunrise and coloured skies to nightfall and silence
I am the solid ground blanketed with fresh snow waiting for your warm embrace
It can feel like an ebb and flow
To sit in contentment as the tide blankets my body and live in delicious curiosity as the receding waters expose wondrous treasures beneath
I began this journey of viewing myself as an ocean
I watch as this tremendous river of my affections began to freeze over
Ice-filled edges
Creeping inwards
I mourned the warm wetness of fresh flowing love
Discovering in grief, a bridge crossed with trust to new lands yet seen
the cold frozen river will flow once more
digesting silence on the snow-covered hills
I understand that I am human
With the ability to communicate with words and a voice to be heard
But there are days were my spirit feels like a Tulugak and days where I feel treated as such
An unkindness
Dark and perspective
Mimicking to blend in
Scavenging for survival
Overlooked and underestimated
Seemingly useless
If only I could
Fly
Fly
Fly
I so crave to flow directionless through the Arctic air
To witness cracks emerging in the frozen river once more
