Far inland
go my sad thoughts.
It is too much
never to leave this bench.
I want to wander
far inland.
I remember
hunting animals,
the good food.
It is too much
never to leave this bench.
I want to wander
far inland.
I hunted
like men. I carried
weapons, shot reindeer,
bull, cow, and calf,
killed them with my arrows
one evening
when almost winter
twilight fell
far inland.
I remember
how I struggled
inland
under the dropping sky
of snow.
The earth is white
far inland.
