For the Xunaa Mothers
Dear mothers in Hoona,
Do you hear the Raven’s call?
It is carried
by the North wind
you so desired to escape.
You see your husbands,
Your sons,
They leave on wooden canoes.
You worry
they will be gone forever.
But they always return,
More broken than before.
I am sorry.
You want the sun to set,
The harbors to
quietly wash away.
But,
you must not.
Your daughters stand
facing the North wind
alone.
Photos were taken in Hoona, Alaska, with a Sony Alpha5000. VSCO was used for editing.