Final draft...Spirit Walking in the Tundra

(This may be the last of the new poems I post...I've been advised by my editor that if I post my work here, no one will buy my books. I can post notes. JH) for Anuqsraaq and Qituvituaq I fly over the Bering Sea toward Nome. In the breaking up ice are turquoise lakes In which I can see the sky. The cargo load so heavy with human need, it Vibrates to my bones. In