Kivalina

This.

This is my home.

This is my home: this ribbon of ice and snow, this glimmer in the endless blue.

Cold and caribou drum.

Singing songs of Sedna.

This.

This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my father’s house.

These steps that led to the sea now disappear.

Now disappear into the sea.

Disappear into the sea.

Disappear.

Disappear.

Disappear.

The sea rises.

Rises up.

The sea is just behind the door.

And we are weary.

Weary.

Weary from watching and waiting.

The sea rises.

Rises up.

The sea is lapping at our toes.

The earth is weary.

Weary.

Weary of fighting our battles.

She melts away, releases the swirling blue, and the sea rises.

Rises up.

Beneath, Agloolik waits.

And he is hungry.

Hungry.

Hungry to swallow the world.