Saturday, May 17, 2014


                       Sail Far North

        For Farley Mowat


I want to sail far north
where Vikings once were seen
rowing long ships
through Arctic seas

I want to sail into summer
until those days when sun stood still
then go farther on when days were waning
knowing each day risked more
of over wintering
never returning

deadly for some
who turned back too late
dangerous for us
we who went on
past midsummer's day

lucky we found a river
teeming with fish
so we'd survive if we gave time
for our lives depended
we hunt and fish
make provision 
to overwinter

between knowing and unknowing
sheltered under an upturned boat
how many months could we count
when days are dark
no way to count hours
when time stops still

what warmth would we have
with a wall of stones beneath our boat
what oil could we burn
assuming we could light it
when there was only moonlight
stars wheeling above

clear nights in winter
a blazing moon   bright stars
showing far horizons  fabulous places
where giant snow dragons
played in moonlight

I want to sail far north
to those far off days
when all those fabled places
had other names



copyright © Dick Russell 2014


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