In My Fiftieth Year
By White Bear Woman
life begins calving
like the glacier calves.
Huge chunks breaking free and
giving in to saltwater,
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Between the Worlds
By White Bear Woman
It is night.
Morning will come,
but now, everyone I have ever loved
is sleeping.
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By White Bear Woman
It is possible to move through the world
carrying messages to yourself
that you forget to open,
All That Is Holy
By White Bear Woman
The earth does not care whether
we are nourished by her bounty or not,
or whether we notice her or not.
She flowers for herself alone,
bears fruit unto herself alone.
Returning to Alaska
By White Bear Woman
Today I head north over water,
following something blindly
into the wilderness of ocean,
following something as primitive as love.