We Are Never Alone
~Inspired by Inuit art at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts
Two spirit faces live
In each stone
Caribou stand on hind legs
To meet at the lips
The large man with the large heart stands
With his brother wrapped around his back
The hunter trudges home hunched
Over with meat from the winter kill
His dogs pant from the weight of their loads
A man flies to the moon
On the wings of eight black birds
An old woman embraces the cold
Away from her grandson
One woman carved in steatite
Carries her child next to another
With a bundled infant pasted to her left
Hip and a toddler clinging below
The littlest bear carries
The littlest one on its back
Even the tail of the whalebone goes
Nowhere without its soul
~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013
A Poet's Double Life 
November 24, 2013 at 13:58
LOVE those last two lines! Way to cinch it.
November 24, 2013 at 15:24
Thanks! The last lines emanated from my reaction to that piece: “even the tail of the whalebone has a spirit that follows” are the exact words from my notebook.