Fingerprints of Ether ice crystals reflect thoughts; prayers as they unfold, as if contemplating-- like a still pond reflects the sky & each snowflake is unique like a fingerprint of ether now that I know this I have yet another reason to give thanks to water as if existence itself celebrates its affirmation & I wonder if when we dream do the waters of our bodies dream with us?
Fern Golden (they/them or she/hers) is a Dena’ina Athabaskan artist from Alaska. Their writing navigates the confluences of culture and language, ecology and belonging, chronic illness, and healing.
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