Seeing Through the Caribou

The saga set In blinding light Upon a barren stage Players hunter and prey Eyes the marrow of this bone Peering thought the slit aperture The nuance of the scene Otherwise lost to a midnight sun Sharp and cold as the landscape itself He surveys The old hunter can attest To the proclivity of the caribou To their and his own temerity Making these grueling migrations to feed their family The sun descends A no show He removes his ilgaak and walks off stage *Ilgaak - Inuktitut, snow goggles carved from bone, antler or driftwood 11/05/18 For John Hamilton's Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest