H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

GARY LAWLESS

Caribouddhism

The iceberg has come

to speak with Nanao.

She is just beyond the window,

waiting beyond the light.

She has come a long way.

She has a message for us.

She is very shy.

If we look directly at her

she begins to melt away,

all that she

has to say, lost

to the light of

day, the wind, the

rocks, our eyes –

She begins to speak

We must listen

very carefully

Tonight she comes as a

moose, no longer iceberg,

tiptoeing clumsily

between the tents.

She is happy in darkness.

She is looking for Nanao.

She wants to enter

his dreams.

Today she is standing

beside the road

in a patch of bog and

dirty snow.

She is the color of glacier,

iceberg, snow and

light.

She turns and

disappears, into the woods.

She is caribou,

she is iceberg,

she is message,

and dream

Twillingate/Terra Nova/Gros Morne

Newfoundland