Last night in a dream, I
flew through time with a dogsled team,

camped in an igloo at a vast river’s
edge. By seal oil fire for

iron- banded tea kettle,
I chewed the fat with elders.

Happy as a loon on a glassy lake, I

ice-fished in the morning and watched
as a long-legged bird lazily crossed the sky

while all of time waited up.

2 Replies to “Dream”

  1. Congratulations, Margaret, they are wonderful. I admire you very much.


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