I Extend

I extend my hand to the child I was
Projected still onto windowless landscapes
Landscapes of murmur and drifting laments.
I refer to the ink blotter nights of my white Siberia.

I extend my soul to polar regions
and to the ends of the earth, down the Equator,
Round its girth, energies emerge transform.
I am Russian, I am Jew, I am woman born
where from snow speaks in Arctic.