By Frank Keim
We’re camped on the Hulahula River,
and after dinner
on a balmy night
five of us marched like caribou
single file
upriver
along a narrow animal trail
to a tall pingo
sculpted long ago from ancient ice melt,
and there we sat
on its blunt rim,
peering into a black clearwater pond
below.
The mirror of the little lake
shimmered in the slanting rays
of the Arctic sun,
and we wondered
about the Inupiat hunters
who had once sat here, too,
over so many hundreds of years,
watching and waiting for the caribou,
patiently hoping to see them
in their slow ambling and feeding
up or down the Hulahula Valley.
As they waited,
these Inupiat men bantered
and gossiped
and chipped flakes from a stone core
for their stone-tipped arrows and spears.
We sit here now,
holding one of those stone cores,
trying to imagine how it was for them
who lived lives so much harder than our own.
While they worked they surely heard,
as we do,
the timeless
bubbling songs
of Upland sandpipers
in tundra still brown from the long winter snows,
or the haunting winnows of the snipe overhead
as he undulates up and down
in the pellucid blue Arctic sky.
Maybe their children
playing nearby
picked the mountain avens
and tossed their white petals
into the wind,
watching them land
and float like little boats on the black water
toward the other shore.
Their shamans just as surely listened to the Ravens
to predict the movements of the caribou,
to know if luck was with them,
or whether the people had to pick up stakes
and walk to the coast
to hunt for seals there.
Because for them meat was survival.
Meanwhile,
as they waited,
they probably ate the ancestors
of the parky squirrels now living on the rim
of this cratered pingo.
They also must have watched the Mew gulls
cruising above the river,
studying them for signs
the Arctic char
had arrived,
salivating at the thought of fresh fish
and full stomachs.
And much more
in our own wild imaginings
out here on this pingo crater
on the Hulahula River,
as we muse about the past,
near and far,
and speak about how it might be
in the future.
Hulahula River
Arctic National Wildlife Refuge
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Comments 35
Thank you! That was beautiful!
Simply beautiful!
Thank you for allowing me to join you on that pingo if only in my imagination.
I could feel all you saw. ?
Beautifully written poem...you can hear, see, and almost smell this wilderness. Thank you!
Beautiful poem. thank you.
I appreciate your imagination connecting the past and present. I do worry about our futur
How beautiful, I was there with you enjoying the thoughts.
Thank you ??
I really enjoyed your informational Blog
About the Hulahula Rivet Pingo & all its
Inhabitants!
Your message is WAY TOO LONG to read on a cell phone. Not the 1st time I called to your attention.
For me, if you can’t compress the messages to several swipes on my phone, I will delete your site.
very moving
Thank you. Beautiful.
I enjoyed the poem about the river and past explorers. I hope you do more writing and exploring. Keep us who are locked in the house in mind and help us travel with you.
So peaceful , wish I could go and see it .
Wonderful poem! So insightful into what the ancients' lives must have been like. I'm so envious of what you have seen, where you have been and where you live. What a wonderful and full life!
I enjoyed reading Frank's poem. Wish I could be there to experience too.
Just incredibly beautiful writing.