September 6, 2012
Alaska says Welcome.
Do not walk
through my invisible frozen wall.
In Koetzebue, the trappers say, “Sourdough,
the Arctic Bush’ll digest your
yeasty starter, your buttery plans
and whittle what’s left of you into some alphabet
you won’t understand.”
Up here by Ulaneak Creek, there are only the stars
and they won’t talk to me
in any language,
except to say it’s hard to play this game