Poecology

Issue 3

 

 
 

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.