March 31st
Here,
in the chilly blue waters
that my ancestors have
used as an interstate,
paddling their long boats.
I feel a warmth
in the brisk Alaskan air
as I recognize this waterfront will always be my home
even if the banks fall away and the river becomes earth again.
Here,
in the chilly blue waters
that my ancestors have
used as an interstate,
paddling their long boats.
I feel a warmth
in the brisk Alaskan air
as I recognize this waterfront will always be my home
even if the banks fall away and the river becomes earth again.