This poem was inspired by an exhibit in the old part of the museum that outlines the six geographical areas of Alaska. The exhibit has a small brown bear and a bald eagle on it and, in front where the placard explaining the exhibit is, there is a plaster mold (dyed to look like hardened mud) of several different footprints from Alaskan animals. The footprints part is called "Who Walked Here" and it is explaining which footprint belongs to which animal.
I sat in the floor, in front of that exhibit, running my hands over the contours and roughness of the footprints, feeling the valleys where thick pads dug into soft soil and the sharp peaks that formed between toes.
This poem is the result of that time.
Who Walked Here
Footprints
A
memory made in malleable claySet hard by sun and heat
A
moment
Bright
and fleetingCaught forever like a fly in amber
The
shapes
Sharp
peaks and soft valleysMimic the landscape.
Their
tale
A well
worn path freed of brushThat shows their struggle.
Footprints
A
snapshot depicting the lifeThe journey of a land long ago.
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