Vivian Faith Prescott
Telling the Glacier Bay Story
Ach áwé wtusikóo. This is how we know it.
—J. B Fawcett
The tradition bearer’s words scatter
blue light, wavering turquoise across
the crevasse; behind her, ice plummets
and rolls in dark water.
She raises and lowers her hands
with the rhythm of the boat’s rocking,
telling of Kaasteen crushed beneath
the advancing glacier, giving life for her people,
the Chookaneidí. Children listen, spirits
spill down faces like meltwater
to join the Woman-in-the-Ice,
generations striated in bedrock, carving
storied village, scoured and rock-strewn.