One day, it might come to pass
that you and I will be sharing
an igloo (perhaps because the
world has frozen solid or someone
left the refrigerator door open).
I suspect we will be sitting
in an igloo and you will sneeze
or I will shift in the small space
and something in our glacial
foundation will crack open
and you and I will drift out to sea
on an icy igloo raft. I will panic,
I’m sure, but you are a practical girl
and will remind me that we can
simply lash a pair of porpoises
to our raft with cords of wild walrus fur
and have them steer us home.
Of course. Why didn’t I consider that?
I’ll resign my fate to
your Canadian ingenuity.
But, if in fact we’re forced to resort
to cetacean locomotion, why go home?
Let’s sail this igloo to the peak of the Earth.
If we leave now,
we can make it by sundown,
catch the stars falling through auroras
just before they hit the ice.
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