Holidays are here again. Personally, that’s great. Professionally, that makes my life very busy. Long days. I’ll have less time and energy to write. Still I try to crank some work out. As the temperature continues to drop, I’ll fondly remember a series of photos I took of ice in many fascinating manifestations a couple years ago. This particular photo inspired a poem, Ice Study #1, which first appeared in Foliate Oak. They are kind enough to be publishing more of my work next month. Look for that around the first of December.
Ice Study #1
Channel ice, the river’s breathing grown hoarse living world sliver of lung water pushed against pull contract to expand with temperature flux, inhale, ex a change rarely predicted with precision in these parts
Cracking, shifting, the ice speaks of loneliness lives in a reverse hibernation above freezing winter the only time this side of water’s personality sings
Sometimes there is more joy in the curiosities of nature than the pretzel logic of human relationships Is something wrong with cracking this way?
Concentric lines written by air bubbles, cold formed pressure Like topographic lines on an ephemeral atlas page Form of alien, whisper thin crab analog, reflection on reflection
Cold coming to bear as weight in drips, through lines a tower of Babel below the river’s surface
What is missing, lost states of change Gas, liquid, this body Cold remembered easily