Friend Robot is confused in these latitudes
Sleeps often, wakes fractious:
Where are we? What’s happening?
This is not where you said you’d stop.
I don’t know these people
I can’t find my friends. The sun
Stays overhead so long, and I can’t help.
It is my turn to soothe:
Here is your tether. Though confused,
You are not powerless. I will show you
Rocks and moose. So many trees.
We still have the lake, the compass
Yellow apples, my notebook.
My mother still loves me, my friend
Writes poems without the ringing of your bell.
Sleep softly, Friend Robot, and in the city
I will tell you tales of the animate north.