Poetry

TEMPERATURE & SOUND

A husky’s cry travels miles
over the tundra before it reaches

an Eskimo fishing through
the ice. He hasn’t caught anything

all day, but it’s just a matter of time.
Ningasuitok, he thinks. Piyungnartok.

The dog is lost and in pain. A blizzard
looms on the horizon. The Eskimo

knows he has no choice—a necessity
aches in his bones. So he sets out

hungry in winter. Sets out knowing
the colder it is, the farther his voice

will carry. But there are limits to
knowledge and blizzards. He knows

this too. Piyungnartok, he laughs.
Ningasuitok. A husky is in need.

There is no translation for patience.
For what we believe we can do.

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