A Sunny Stroll Among The Snow Poem by Lak'wab Asis Nganai

I dream of waking up in a log house in Alaska
Up in the mountains, and this morning I’ll
Walk outside and take it all in like a
New born.
I want to feel my boots sink into the whites
of snow. I wouldn’t ask how or why
I am here
Towards the edge of the pine trees I will wander
Sniff and embrace the flaky air around me
I want to feel the sharp ends of the
Ice-armed leaves,
I will nettle ‘em needles with
The tips of my fingers
And watch their reaction
stain the snow below
I will not doubt this reality,
If I come across a deer
I’ll tell him of my travels
And my beautiful home of the sun
And the never ending spring,
And only go back to the log house
when the sun’s no more,
or lie in the wretched snow till I am no more.


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