Unalaska

9pm equals 12am equals 9am. time and space con­verge to pro­duce a series of silted moments as i curl under down and smell the light. really. in waves it hits me, the hori­zon and actu­al­ity, the end as pio­neer peak. the farm has 15 dogs. large ones like bears. home0made chevre. a secret raw milk co-op. we plant spe­cial basils in hooped houses, cover them at night with wool blan­kets. i woke up this morn­ing to four moose run­ning across the field. a cow and two young. you can’t look them in they eye or they will charge. more peo­ple are killed each year by moose than by bears. peo­ple bring bells into the woods with them to star­tle the large animals.