Inuit Trance Chant

Inuit Trance Chant 

Geese flee with the north wind,

but we rise into thin skies

over white waves of tundra,

glacier glass, permafrost.

We don’t believe, we fear the unseen.

In routine, we search for patterns:

by eating from the sea to save ourselves

we release souls angry to the air.

May custom calm the formless spirits,

ritual appease invisible things.

We seek protection from their revenge, 

we beg them to let us live.

Catherine Zickgraf

Catherine Zickgraf’s main jobs are to hang out with her family and write poetry. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, PankVictorian Violet Press and The Grief Diaries. Her recent chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press

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