Yesterday in the car, Chris drove home and I sat mainly in silence.
In my head, images of glacial calving
played one after another.
Low rumbles and icy majesty
Cracking and tumbling into the sea,
The unstoppable awe,
ice floe and schism.
Over and over the images came.
Sharp crack, deepening
Whole earths splitting apart
The sinking into frigid waters--
And then the icy reemergence,
Inexplicable masses
heaving out of ocean depths.
And deadly ice quietly rushing
from the glacier’s hard face
to the people watching.
To melt. To puncture. To dissolve.
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