Tanana

come with me and run free

NEBOH
2 min readApr 13, 2024
front-facing profile of a male deer with large antlers, emerging from a dark cave, fall foliage above
Philipp Pilz

This is a poem by Quinn Zhael…

They say there’s a village near the Yukon River
With no roads in or out
In the center of Alaska, framed by winter’s silver
We could escape this drought

For you I’ll hunt for caribou
Or moose, or elk, or grizzly bear
I’ll build a fire fit for two
Sit and let me braid your hair

I know my dear, this world’s for you
Though I’d take you to the midnight sun
You’ve got creative things to do
But my heart beats like a drum to run

Aurora Borealis, they call the Northern Lights
I imagine ephemeral shades of green dancing in your eyes
In Winter we’d barricade ourselves against the endless nights
My dear, I’m done with trying
This world is my demise

Or could we be like beasts — of the northern wild
Wearing furs and animal skins, howling at the night
Now come in, I’ll heat the water and bathe you like a child
I’m already scarred and branded, how can I escape this blight?

The world becomes more foreign
The more I walk this beaten path
Flying on wings of broken dreams
My mind becomes more frozen and my skin receives its wrath
Yes I am a self-mutilator, pulling at my seams

And so I think of Tanana, no roads in or out
I wish to be there with you
For I’m afraid this life will kill me if I continue on this route
Because we are not the masses, my dear
We are the few

They say on the island of Dominica
There’s no Hiltons or resorts
It’s jungles, our basilica
Our freedom, my retort

I’d like to see you shirtless in the sun
Spearing fish from irisated waters
I’d like to see the color of the eyes of your first son
I’d like to see your complexion
In the face of my first daughter

There are things that I can’t say
Words that I don’t dare to write
But there will come a day
When silence is no longer my plight

This life is a dream within a dream
I’ll soon awake from this one
And begin a renewed flight
My broken dreams and broken things
I’ll fly far from, with mended wings

My muse, short fuse, I just refuse
To lose you to this fucked up world
My lungs, you are the breath that moves
My faint heart your touch unfurls

So come with me to Tanana
We’ll build a house from trees
Come with me to Dominica
Come with me and run free

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NEBOH

No Expert But Of Himself—Just writing what I know, a bit of what I think I know, hopefully I help others know a bit more than they knew.