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.