29) Alaska

       Wolran Kim

 

In front of the steering wheel, freedomfalls constantly

ALASKA license plate cut into the lane

Long ago, the place where I folded my wings for a moment by a military aircraft

Wrangell Mountains snow through the window of the lounge at the military base

Was white and high as the sky never landing with the air stairs

The fish, mixed blood with White,were caught in summer

Hu, Hu, blow into my hand, in the igloo

The Earth, not the Aleutian Islands

As a teenager’s tedious wandering

Running through this strange city and a bizarre airstrip

Following Alaska driven by an Alaskan

Run into Siberia through the Bering Strait which will disappear someday

Above sea level lower and lower again as a dream

As the Pleistocene’s humans chasing mammoths

Walk through a new trodden land to America

I am a living thing of a glacier

The grand cruise of memory climbing up and down the stairs of a glacier

Is possible to fly ultra low bypassing navigation

Memory’s data have read by jet engine is endless

Carry on the head burning pate which came to the bigger island after small

I am a hypothermic Alaskan who changed lanes without a hunch

That Alaskan, drifting further and further to speeding memory

Miss it by a second

Always turns back after missed, those chilled dazzling things

On the accelerator pedal as a ultrasound depth gauge pushed with right foot

Above a main route of memories

It’s time to traffic keen as snowfall

Lying embrace pure white on the corner arriving spring

I’m turning to the midnight sun for a while