Syed Azam Mohammad, Inuvik, Canada
I comeback on the same way
The roads are full of snow
I can’t guess sometimes
How deep or low.
It’s afternoon with a bright sun
I come across
Everything all I leave in morning remain
I prepare for an evening and fun.
Here the house seems to be a confinement
I walk through room to living room,
Sit a while
Notebook writes my thoughts,
I compile file after file.
It’s not enough I feel
I stand by window side
I look through, I see the river nearby
A river without water white and white
All day, noon and night.
My mind roams on the frozen river
Where it ends
Snow floats in the wind
Sudden the sky becomes dark
Snow falls again
I can’t see even through the wood
My mind makes fun and dreams broad
The nature spirits me As if I am a lone walker along the ice road.