Anaquoq Poem by Vera Dike

I was quiet in the great silence.
When I walked across the snowfield,
and sun played on the Ice
every crystal became a rare gem.
In the white infinity,
in the house of fleeting beauty,
under star sky,
I heard the spirits sing
the oldest song
and I heard the wolves cry.
With all their wildness
my grey brothers cried to the Moon.
Call of the blood.
Remorse to the Doom.
Their voices brought me
to the house of ancestors
Here - among the wisest
I became a shadow
among other shadows,
I became the ghost dancer,
and walker between the worlds.
I became the healer..Angaqoq