I'll fly you to the southern shore of
Hudson Bay,
tucked into my chest.
You will watch the trees become thicker,
the humans lesser,
and I will watch your eyes widen
your mouth corners curl.

I will hold you by the creases of your arms,
dip your toes into icy Canadian ebbs.
Your naked shoulders will shiver
in North American wind,
whipping your skin with
Chippewa feathered designs.

I'll drape you in buffalo pelt
weave your toes dry in ****** hair
crown you in northern pike jaw.
You will mesh into the chestnut treeline,
fingerprints flowing into root and permafrost.
When ready, we will ignite
our forgotten primal wings,
ride the air stream home as baby eagles.