Restlessness
The reality of the day
During the fortnight I�ve witnessed the moon
The great Alaskan expedition
Forever mystified that the experience
is overshadowed by the morning sun
as it rises above the horizon
heatseeking tips of icebergs
harmlessly casting it�s ultraviolet beams
on the arctic seas
while camouflaged eyes
uncover the makeshift camp
with designs of arresting my restlessness.
slowly change
while occupied on this movable island of ice.
As it inches toward the shore
I�m sure the hidden spectator is real.
My face, bearded and cold
smelling of uncooked fish
has not recalled a day when anticipation
could warm its skin
strengthen its jaw
or clear its overworked eyes.
though thought out well in every detail
left me numbed and near death
unable to recall the rescue
from the landed iceberg.
did not cost me one digit
I�m obligated to those strangers� eyes
spotting my restlessness
bringing me back to life
in her house of snow.