Two Poems, "The Great White Way"
(c) 2006, Karla Dorman.

THAW

Fur-side in, we step out into
the Light.  Who cares if it's twenty
below, it's the first time we've seen
the sun!  Long Dark, over; blood that
was frozen moves again; fingers
cramped, thaw.  And so, we bloom under
Arctic skies, covering the ice
with Spring.  Flowers are what we are.     (10/5)


IDITAROD

Silent, except for the passage
of time and dogs running the sled
beneath nighttime skies.  The breath turns

solid in my nose; the cold, a
living thing.  We will have to find
warmth and shelter, soon.  It's lonely

here in the far North, with only
stars and Aurora along to
keep us company.  That's how it

is on the Iditarod Trail,
silent moments, as well as those
moments of panic.  I wouldn't

trade my life for anything; the
Outsiders can have their easy
life; I have f r e e d o m!  And my dogs.     (10/6)