Meditation On Sitka

alas, used to not be alaska but russia, yet the people remained borders moving across them like the northern lights something you don't feel the roar of the ocean is nothing once at shore the numb of the far north never reaches the bones of the sea lions the tlingit language has yet not been extinguished let us talk for a while yet in the sunset burning like embers and remember that a great blaze can be born from the smallest coal.