He flies in ribbons like my hair undone
loosely in this arctic breeze
like a kite in the wind his long tail trailing
above melting icefloe, along costal freeze
alert eye searching to feather his nest
he swoops down, snatches my hair
off in a rush with his prize secure
and I rejoice that he ever dared
for my locks will be part of a new birth
here by the Chukchi Sea.