If I close my eyes,
I want to be floating
placidly on a river
with golden leaves
around me
and the singing birds
above me

as I pass by the willow tree,
my weight
is as light as the
mellow sky
I am hoping to be taken
in a place of serenity

My cease body
will live in the wilds
and may the bones
be a sentiment
buried
below the stream

Thousands of years,
a treasure they will find
unknown parts; wanting to be fragmented
mystery; full of false theory

The brown spots on paper revealed an intricate words found
in a bottle
that says ‘leave my soul be’

today,
I am thinking of an island
from miles away

I cannot seem to describe
with brevity

I also think of my writing
with no cohesion

but I’ll still write anyway...

the despair of winter drove
them away
on the bush,
the moose dissipated
not even a hookimaw
can trace the tracks

inside the askihkan
under the fleece,
Crees covered their ears

the howling of the windigo

woken the ahcahk
of a awawatuk.