If you must know,
I may spend my life in this Arctic wilderness.
I may cease to know the cycle of breath in, and
breath out. Breath
stops here, in this place, and
thoughts are not liberated through speech.
If you must know
I may spend my life
where what was and what might have been are no
more than the sound of gunshot as the glacier gives birth,
solitary, uncaring, not minding that
the calf stays by her side, or no.