"THE TUNDRA NEVER ENDS", p. VI

   aurora skies draped in fiery ice
   shining blue & red above her sled

   under the stars of a heavenly bed eternal
   journeys Arnaruluunguaq
   across never-ending expanses
   of snow, snow and rock

   the aurora borealis plays
   on the absolute darkness
   of the arctic firmament this night

   Arnaruluunguaq is enthused, impassioned
   with the spirits of her ancestors
   and falls to the ground, backwards, onto her back

   flakes of stellar wisdom, droplets of ancestral pride
   moisten the air, thawing its icy vapor
   and rains, descends upon her

   she tries to catch whatever she can thereof,
   with her mouth and her lips and her tongue