(personal photo from inside the mouth of a glacier)
we turn the tap
water rushes
roars
sloshes under ice
cascades a cry through mountains
tries to hang on to steep slopes
warning of warming
a Swiss yodel
Suzuki echo
to get our attention
as glacial meltwater spills
our thirst grows
air conditioned car
to air conditioned home
we do not see
peaks slump on the horizon
a lifetime of habits
deposited downstream
polar caps melt
we lick our parched lips
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Beautiful photo and piece 🙂
Thank-you!
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A stunning photo for a powerful, relevant poem. Nicely done, Mary!
Thanks Meghan! We had a wonderful trip with time on the glaciers everyday. I loved the frozen movement of the ice; at first glance it seems still and rigid but as you spend time on the surface you realize it is still active and I think as the above photo indicates, still very much alive. Really quite beautiful. We traversed the ice and snow to climb various peaks – more photos to follow 🙂
Beuatiful, both the picture and the poem, with somewhat clarity.
Love this pic!
Thank-you:)