Fingerprints of Ether – a poem by Fern Golden

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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