I’ll be Alaskan
Hide my face in seal furs
Home
an unfamiliar concept
No attachment
No materialism
Borrow white popsicles
Never to drip
Necessary for sleep
Only to leave behind
Upon sun’s alarm
And travel on
No past, future
Life lived
moment to next
And Alaska;
when you can be upside-down
Hanging from a ship’s frozen mast
And still see the world
Rightside-up
Reflections tricking minds
To release gravitational reason
And float with the clouds
And breath dry, salted air
Until lungs burst
Like balloons
Released
Float to stratosphere
To find purpose
Only to lose
Enlightenment
Sought out but
Only to be found
at termination
In the last second
Never able
to warn following hunters
Of life’s taunting ridicule
Before pop
You fall a’deck
Unable to remember
What you were doing
up
side
-down
in the first place