Of the Lesser Land I emerge from the sanctuary, As an eager sled dog greets me, And my face is pressed into the infinite coldness Of the Lesser Land. Virgin solitude resides here, For man and animal cannot endure her solace. The howling of the wind stirs like an untamed creature Within a deep and winding crevasse. Night does not reside here either, For the sun rests on the horizon Before escaping into the blue ocean above. In my childhood, I dreamed of many places, But none resembled A pristine, Timeless, Antarctica.
A Tourist Expedition to Antarctica