The Storm

Like people
emerging from a steambath,
bending over,
steaming from their heads
and shoulders,
the ring of the mountains
from the Chilkat Range
to the Juneau ice field
as if in steambath towels
of snow flurries;
at their feet
are foaming white caps of sea
like water thrown on rocks
steaming from the heat.

Nora Marks Dauenhauer, “The Storm” from Life Woven with Song. Copyright © 2000 by Nora Marks Dauenhauer. Reprinted by permission of University of Arizona Press.
Source: Life Woven with Song (University of Arizona Press, 2000)
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