A world of small things
expanse of rock
glacial and basic
delicate berries
and hued blooms
grasses – blue, fescue, and cotton. . .
holes in ice
(lost at sea)
tiny hopes of one
ringed by rime
quick time
breath short
but darker holes
in purest white
now covered creep closer
and feed the future
of nanuq generations
still tiny, womb-bound
waiting to become
something great
in a world of small things.
Written while visiting our daughter living in Iqaluit.
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