The Eskimos knew the virtue
of hunkering down, doing nothing.
This is a lesson I long
to learn, being American and full
of need to act, flutter about,
prove something. The old woman
was caught in a blizzard
just a mile from her home.
Sleep was her answer to disorientation.
She drew into herself, bent down, squat,
under a high hunk of ice, kept her rear
warm by sitting on her furry gloves.
Drawing her arms free of sleeves
to cross her breasts, she coiled…[continue reading]