Sam Buisson's Poem "A Break In The Clouds" was inspired by his experience in the Arctic. On his return from the Arctic Circle he had it professionally printed for distribution to family and friends. He also performed it live at a special polar evening celebration.
A break in the clouds poem.pdf
A break in the clouds
For all my life I’d only known grey skies
My life in a bottle
Adrift, shuffling, circling in a monochrome maelstrom
Days upon days upon days…
Upon days…
The routine holds fast the clouds unyielding until
A ship bolder than life itself with a wind to take me away
Whisking up far away high above the clouds
To the dream-like sea of brilliant blue
Off to a faraway land
Where the sun lasts eternal but the moon never sets
North, amidst the ice.
With a raven’s eye I scanned perched high in a nest of ropes and wood
The vessel manned itself alive with spirits of the wind
Sails wide the bronze body propelled always onward
The days stretching out along the ocean past the land pointing north
Looking down I could see a myriad of stories the past melding with the present
Mountains made of giants, kings creating fields long forlorn as a cat traps a mouse
A biting cold cuts through me as my vision is swept away
To a place frozen in time adrift in the blue cosmos lonely as a star
Above all things there lies Svalbard.
Shining crystals studded between the sable mountains
Streams of ice flow out to sea past a picturesque town
Multicoloured houses of wood line the shore filled by the culture of people
A global snow globe where men use dogs as legs and deer as skin
A beauty of landscape a wealth of animals; whales, foxes, reindeer, walruses
and polar bears
But there following a bird‘s path to a mountain to a cave
Ice glimmers in the dark black stone underneath
Stumbling out light is oppressive
Blue water reveals a mirror world
The tyrant Sun
Obsidian plains power wood with metal
Smoke belched choking out the life-support
Eyes watering lungs searing
The world falls …
The water catches me freeing me from the twisted nightmare
Or was it …
But as I gaze skyward there small but proud bluer than blue
A break in the clouds
(Samuel Buisson)