All alone in Eek,
Alaska, I am no more
Than a short breeze from
The Bering Sea
Coastline packed full
With walrus’ tusks, seal’s fur,
And fresh whale oil.
Here I sit watching
Nothing at all except
For the endless swirling snow
Falling across the horizon-less tundra.
Life is hard
Here in Eek; no work,
No money, and all
The time in the world
To sit and think about nothing.