- The Absence of Trees
You know
you're getting closer to the North
when trees disappear.
The world without trees.
At first, you don't notice that the trees are missing.
Then you feel the absence of something important,
but you are not sure what it is.
By the time you understand that the trees are gone,
you are too far North to turn around.
(After a while, there is no way back.)
- Unborn Music
In the Arctic they say –
this world is porous,
that's why there are
Auroras in the sky.
You can glimpse the light
of the other worlds
through the tiny holes
in the material of our world.
Shamans can travel
through different worlds
in search for answers.
They fly through the pores
and find their way back.
Sometimes such flights
are not possible, thus
many questions still
remain unanswered.
A dermatology-inclined friend
explained to me once –
when a pore is clogged,
nothing can go in
or out until
it explodes. At times,
I feel like a blocked pore
that needs an explosion.
(My cat gently examines
the strings of the piano
as if sniffing unborn music.)
- An Opening to Breath
I need an opening to breathe.
Is that what writing is –
the making of an opening?
Far in the Arctic,
a polar bear can wait
for hours and hours next
to the breathing hole
made in ice by a seal.
A seal needs to breathe.
Sooner or later, it will come
to the surface to gulp air.
That's when a polar bear,
if quick and attentive,
can kill the seal.
That's when
a polar bear hunter
can kill the polar bear
who is hunting the seal,
because you cannot
see white on white.
They say in the Arctic,
“If you see a polar bear,
it's the very last thing
you will ever see.”
(There are no cats in Svalbard.)
- Quiet Chuckle
A book can only lead to another book –
a trail of steps in the snow:
reassuring but disappearing before your eyes.
Why do we voluntarily subject
ourselves to harsh conditions?
Why?
I gave my Arctic friend Gaya
a fancy perfume bottle from Lancôme.
"This is so perfect," she beamed.
"Polar bears hate French perfume."
(Her boyfriend, an Inuit, a polar bear hunter, only chuckled.)
- Trail of Breadcrumbs
If I cannot weave a protective blanket of words,
I could at least leave some breadcrumbs.
Breadcrumbs could be useful.
Not as useful as a hot meal in good company.But still.
Breadcrumbs can help you find your way back.
That is if you can turn around.
If not, breadcrumbs could feed your followers.
Maybe your followers could rescue you one day.
They could also drown you or feed you to the polar bears.
(But one shouldn't assume a pessimistic view.)
- What’s Not Allowed in Svalbard
The reason why no cats are allowed in Svalbard
is, perhaps, because cats have nine lives.
Before you come to Svalbard, you sign an entry form.
Many things are not allowed on Svalbard.
For example, feeding polar bears.
Or dying.
If you die, you will be fined,
because dying is not allowed in Svalbard.
(Dying and bringing cats.)
Wonderful!
Posted by: Jill Newnham | February 19, 2021 at 10:07 AM
Every single thing Lera Auerbach writes is astounding in its breadth and depth and brilliance. I know of no poet who can leap and spin and surprise as she can. She is a genius of a natural poet.
Posted by: Emily Fragos | March 14, 2021 at 10:13 PM