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A Poem by Ookpik
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A dream
Just a dream 
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I dreamt that I was a child again -  
Clad in furs, with my father and I
Selecting knives, and rifles
Before walking out to hunt -  
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A man's knife, or a child's knife,
A man's rifle, or a child's rifle.
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II
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As a child, I chose the larger tools -  
The larger, finer blade, 
The higher caliber weapon,
But, fearing mis-selection 
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Still took both to carry with me. 
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The small, and wieldy,
Opposed to the larger possibility.
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III
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My father followed, holding the pack 
On the basis that when we'd left town
And the roads ended
I would carry it all alone.
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IV
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Before the precipice, we reached a wreck - 
The skeleton of a freighter
That, broken and beached,
Obstructed the gravel path.
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V
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As we crossed it together, I transformed -  
Still a child, but no longer myself,
Still small, and delicate,
With careful, selective eyes,
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But as, instead, outside the one that moved 
Watching from beyond, rather than looking from within.
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Krishna, God Child, 
Deific in all plurality
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When we'd finished crossing
I'd returned back, and the sensation
Of being separate
Had disappeared entirely.
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VI
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When the road ended, and being eager,
I spied movement - the light rustle of small game:
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Sik-Sik - ground squirrel 
Looming before my childlike eyes
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Such an animal wouldn't have been worth the bullet
But because I'd brought both rifles, I could use the smaller caliber to take it.
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VII 
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I wanted to hunt, for the same reason I wanted to leave home alone
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Child to a man - coming of age
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But, besides knowing that what I really sought
Lay beyond,
I chose to hunt immediately, and in my impatience
Loaded the larger caliber 
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Into the smaller gun
And sent the bullet 
Spinning down the barrel 
Only to burst the steel out at the end.
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Do not allow apprehension 
To confuse the purpose of your action;
Move with surety, with clarity, with intention,
And allow not uncertainty 
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To deflect, or distract
From the true aim of your attention:
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Singular in purpose; singular in thought;
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Singular, in affectation.
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© 2022 Ookpik


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Ookpik

Yukon Territory, Canada



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