Photograph by Aaron of NEPA, 'Tundra Swans in Formation', distributed here under a Creative Commons licence.
Across the tundra Inuksuk spoke stone to Arctic hunters. His granite aperture framed hunting grounds for Inuit spears and his antlers emitted whispers of a cache. Under the sheet-freeze, their forebears’ prints signed another path.
Now, backpacks rest in bark-chipping while fingers forge his anatomy: shale slices balance edge on tip on edge, on Alberta’s trails. This smaller cairn, quarried from Inuksuk roots, lingers by the track to outmanoeuvre a couple who aim their spotter’s guide at the waymarker signing another path.
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