From the safety of a smoky dome He drags his life through the whiteness of time. To auger breifly into another world and sit fishing with intense interest. Peering into the water he chants: Ocean waters deep and cold what is said is what is told. I love my life from wife to land seems but paltry within my hand. The Inuit retrieves a spotted char Then slowly traces its teeth marked flesh He chants again: Small of fish bruised and burled I wish you well in your hasty world I asked the oceans deep and cold your harried life is what they showed. Then relinquishes it to its home. Again the empty line descends and quickly lands a heartier meal. The man bundles his tools and smiles at his catch and hurriedly returns to his family who expect nothing more.