Here On Ellesmere Island: a Facebook Status

I come back to this page, again and again, wondering if anyone cares, least enough to leave a message, but I don't even care myself... and so days can turn to months and the silence remains real- as in Baffin Island, where the bones of cold are laid, and Barrier Lake, where murder is common among the homeless snows, but learning silence, isn't easy, as even wolves are meant to howl, and recite their foul vowels, until the wind picks up their tune, Here on Ellesmere Island, nothing is said, even quiet poems are seldom read.