Alaska

When wandering forth from
Our sea, we, the fish,
Feel all the weight of
Our presence and shift
Our homes to the north,
Where there still is some space.
We shut all our windows
And hope for some grace.
The summer is grand,
But you know it won't last -
Winter is coming,
It's closing in fast!
Make your acquaintance
With wind and with rain.
Pray that the spring
Will find you still sane.
But when doubting the value
Of your sacrifice -
The freeze is so cold,
And your head's in a vice -
Just look at your view
Of the mountains with mirth,
And remember your choice,
And what it is worth.