Three Views Of Churchill
3. Travel North
Travel north, where all swims in the circulation of an arctic ocean. It was emerald ice circling the pole like it was a plug. Carrying crunched ships that stuck in the ice sideways for days. The bearded seal dropped its voice like a thread from a cliff. The ocean was webbed with the mating calls that were thrown like streamers. We are captives in ice, streaked by seals, rolling grey wrecks and further to the south, I was a trembling aspen with suckers jumping out of earth into the neigbourhood, there was a sucker from myself to the post office, the Safeways, Little Sam's Service Station, the hairdressers, my girlfriend's house, Royal park where I walk the dogs each afternoon. Each day I travelled along my own arms to the places where I was recreated. Mainly I was acknowledged by proprietors and shop owners. In this way I identify and place myself. Now travelling, everything has changed. I am like a strand of prairie grass, the north wind in my root system. |
