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