In 2005, I cruised Alaska during the whole summer. I had bought eskimo-type gear before my trip, because every picture a Uruguayan had ever seen of Alaska usually involved an igloo. I was utterly surprised by the greenness and beauty of it all.
Going through the Inside Passage, a labyrinth of sea tunnels between beautiful mountains on the edge of Canada and the US, en route towards Alaska, was the most beautiful part of those cruises.
Here is something I wrote while going through, surrounded by those impressive green giants and followed by low clouds and casual whales.
THROUGH INSIDE PASSAGE
This land of low clouds
and scattered islands
the endless afternoons
that never pass
This land of greenest pines
and greenest seas
towards Alaska
This land of stormy days
and sunny eves
of purple sunsets
and quietness
of isolation
and patient fishermen
These waters of grand whales
and Luxus vessels
and one of them
will win the battle
in the end
Whale territory
that we invade
with our grand ships
and camera lenses
This land of narrow pass
that earthquakes
shall defend
This West of All
and east of all the rest
These lines of land
and labyrinths of sea
cleansed by
the truth of winds
and force of waves
Something you feel inside
when we do pass
This land of mystery
land of low clouds
and unreal fogs
the Inside Passage
