Polar Bear

by Carl Griffin

A bear, formed from ice,
darkens the window
like drapes drawn on the outside.

Out from buckled willow
a mile further from polynya
than it naturally hunts

it stares, a furry
doubting Thomas,
into a translucent lounge

as if this could be the place
where seals are made.
Melting sea ice confines

the polar bear’s catch to here,
the first town of the melting.
It leans its weight against the window.