7 December 2012

The Wanderer by Amin Olson

The Wanderer by Amin Olson (15)

 

In wandering

Quivering men may kneel

An outside landscape

Shivers as Aurora Borealis delivers a shattering blow

 

An arctic punishment

 

Certain people may know,

The quivering men

The shivering men

Men who have danced with deepest fear—

And his waltz is a sight to see—

Know Aurora Borealis

 

And in the ice which kills indiscriminately

A wanderer

Faces an outside landscape

In the same way a big-game hunter widens his stance and

Grits his teeth

When the

 

Bear…

Turns…                                   around

 

A natural reversal

Naturally,

The wanderer continues on his aching, plodding path

Impeded only by constant flurries of glacial drifts

Freezing feet

Arms

Mind overrun by snowflake dreams

Aurora Borealis is adorning the

Endless

Darkness interrupted by fusion

Above

 

 

 

 

 

He goes in the nude—

The savage, biting, howling breath of

Aurora Borealis cripples him anyway—

Exasperation exacerbated his only mask

Having

Long

Since dropped all the others he owned into powder snow

 

A sort of lethargy

Associated with the cold

Stumbles by an ice fishing hole decorated with a polar bear nuzzling in red

—very tasteful—

It raises its head and nods to the multicolored heavens

There is no reply, no matter

And follows a quivering man into his secure refuge

An insulated tent with an insulated sleeping bag

Standing over this shivering man

A sort of          lethargy

 

Hours later, the new day is heralded

By an exquisite and excessive lack of sensory information

Associated with the cold

 

He followed a breadcrumb trail

Inward curiosity a deep-seated irritation

Trudging towards his own very personal light in the darkness—

Aurora Borealis glistening, shimmering, igniting overhead

The Wanderer dropped into powder snow


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