I was thinking I might take a cruise—

To somewhere with long Canadian light,

Where darkness, deep, is not so much,

And brighter flowers fill long sun hours,

Just south of Alaskan permafrost.

To view the bears, grizzled or white,

and glaciers glistening rainbow-bright,

Both, calving, one in summer, one not,

‘Mid frigid fingerprints of God.

Where spike and spire stand rock solid, bold,

As they’ve always done, since days of old,

And my little cruise ship will putter by,

Unnoticed by the massive sky.

Minute speck on the glacial slate,

Finite glitter, by grandeur great.