There is always some truth
somewhere, if you can find it.
Thomas went looking.
He left Germany to circle the woods and rivers of Wisconsin
to be a seeker among seekers,
to teach others to open their eyes
while he flew up to the frozen woods and rivers of Alaska
to forage alongside the hungry bears
He promised his friends he would walk from the cabin in Ulaneak
down to Kobuk,
and he would fly home.
On November 10, 2012, his plane headed south
with an empty seat.
Those who searched his borrowed cabin by the river
found his heavy parka, his guns, his dream
journals, his unfinished
letters, a map with a hole
where the north passes to Noatak
should have been.
In Kotzebue, they say come June,
the thaw will free him,
wherever he has frozen.
This is true.
It may not be the truth
he was looking for.