Another Winter Night in Norway House
by Richard LeDue
Freed from the restraints of light,
we strode onto frozen lake,
my fear of falling through irrational
on a minus thirty-five evening.
Overzealous streetlights made
stars invisible, but on the ice
they created conversation
like our dreams about bears-
mine in a forest, green so easily forgotten
in these northern winters,
where the strongest hands still need
the strength of beaver pelt mittens.
Yours was a polar bear, too far south
to survive, even in minds occupied by snow.
When we emerged back to cleared road
and frosted telephone lines,
our faces red from a cold that makes
wolves eat dogs, we continued on.