we perish to become everything
sent to a languageless planet
bringing every word I know
the stories of this place aren’t mind
and the ache of the circumpolar somehow still lives in me
while at the feet of the cypress hills
earth walker, earth, walking
becoming animated
glare on the screen of this stream
as the moon transforms with future fruit
this rock flips over again
it’s called a season or a lifetime depending on your part
a body making berries
flesh rotting at different rates
to decompose at the same time
where the land so easily eats us
and returns our memories
reconstituted
but this time a little bit different
I hope
the sweet and sour end of our days are gobbled up
as they should be
dutifully dying
a seed in the gut in a stomach of soil
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Ooleepeeka Eegeesiak was born in Iqaluit and is currently living in Treaty 7 Niitsitapi lands, Lethbridge, Alberta. She is a writer, curator, wannabe gardener, and prairie lover.