The Katirvik Cultural Center (KCC)  is very grateful to Kawerak for allowing departments to be placements for summer interns. In the summer of 2020, the KCC was privileged to host Yorise (Olson) Yakunin as a summer intern. Yorise generously shared a little about herself:

“I am Yorise (Olson) Yakunin from White Mountain. My parents are Luann and Daniel Harrelson of White Mountain, and Peter and Rachel Olson of Golovin. My grandparents are Willa and George Ashenfelter of White Mountain, and Katherine and John Olson of Golovin. My husband is Jonah Yakunin of Nikolaevsk. I received my Bachelors in English at the University of Alaska Fairbanks in 2017. I am currently enrolled in my second year as a full-time graduate student at UAF. Recently, I changed my major to a Masters in Indigenous Studies and moved from Fairbanks to my home village. I look forward to completing my master’s degree and enjoying my life at home with my husband.”

Yorise is an accomplished Indigenous scholar and leader, and we are grateful that she worked with the KCC last summer. We would like to share one of her many gifts with you…. She wrote a very powerful and beautiful poem that evokes memories and thoughts about our beautiful region and strong connection we have with our land. We would like to share it with our region.

I AM POEM
by Yorise (Olson) Yakunin
I am something between land and water
I am a being that breathes across the Arctic
I have fur
Colored and wirely like black spruce on the back of a warm summer
Or the white shoulder of cold of a winter
I have paws
Agile and light as floating snow
The soles of my feet are round rocks on the beach
I am as lean as the tundra tuffs
My rib cage swells with the low rolling hills, panting quick and shallow
I am swift as I weave between seasonal trails
Those tribal tattoos that mark the edge of time
I am the Fish River as it pumps my blood with fresh salmon in the summer sun
And floods it with dead cells and mulukchuks in the fall storms
I am fierce friends with the North wind, ever constant
She whispers sweet words into my ears
Or gnaws me raw with her screaming and numbing frost bites
I am one within many
A pack without words
Only fluid movement and shared existence that sings in unison
Our land our instrument
The people of the Fish River
I am that coastal comfort
I am in pain
And feel flesh rip
As I leave my land, my family, my the people of Fish River
Bones snap and stretch, long and awkward
My paws harden and hurl huge steps
I am slow and weighed down with a heavy heart
My chest drops as my rib cage widens with these weird hills
I am matted with overgrown spruce trees
And lonely without the wind
I am prey to my natural predator
Lost in the middle of nowhere, in interior Alaska
I am not familiar with this land
This water
This sense of self
He is big and brown
Flesh rippling across the Taiga
And making tracks across Russia, China, Brazil and America
He is simple and sturdy
Hibernating in his den of salmon and sleep
He is familiar
Equal predator and power
He is kind with a playful snap
He is home away from home
Sometimes I howl until I can cry no more
I run until my paws bleed
I scratch myself until my fur scrapes off
Sometimes I sleep until I can sleep no more
I fast until my stomach stretches tight
I growl until I snap my teeth shut
Sometimes I am so homesick I can be no more
I smell for something similar
I yearn for yesterday
Sometimes I need to feel free
I need me
…I need my land to be me