Our eyes light up with joy
two dusty, brown, forgotten roots,
the lone living things in a country store devoid of produce.
Potatoes and sausages!
We buried the potatoes, peel and grit and all, into the fire’s coals.
Sausages on sticks, immersed in flames
until the skins blistered and popped.
We dreamt under stars.
Tales of white nights and long winters
and Arctic circles
drew me to you.
An Estonian childhood
of harvesting potatoes,
and carrying the coffins of other children
made me think I could love you,
you too knew suffering.
and the memory of all you have endured
made me want to stitch my body into yours.
We moved slowly towards each other,
two bundled up snow-beings
crossing an ice-filled tundra,
aching for warmth.
With hope and backpacks heavy with potatoes,
we set off into the Lost Coast Wilderness.
But the potatoes weren’t enough,
the cold seeped into our hearts,
and the wilderness unraveled us.