aurora borealis
write me a poem write it without rhyme or reason create a galaxy within it swirls of phantom hues amorphing like a giant amoeba the raven is at its centre there is a snowflake suspended somewhere; it is what you will dream of brushing past your eyelashes: its fire burns a hole now, add silence, the slow march of winter shadows. Add darkness filled with light which shatters the illusion, slices it like ulu through king salmon imagine something vital has been left out: perhaps the memory of a late evening snowshoeing past cabins with curtainless windows: eyes adrift, skipping pebbles think of desire: kettle whistling through a frigid morning a scatter of blueberries over whipped seal fat; girl in red parka sledding down the hill, leaping flames of green and purple engulf her The Iñupiaq call them kiubiyaq: spirits of ancestors playing kickball in the sky