breath on ice
melting
melting
this is how it goes
vague white fading
to colour and
the world righted
in a handful
of cracks
and this really is
how
it
goes
when breathing
hot air onto ice.
we will find time, of
course, before the melt
to write
about the beauty
of Chione’s touch – oh
such divinity in nature –
and exalt perception’s
glistening, how it
invites us anew
to capture, contain,
describe, admire,
explain…
bring meaning
share…
we will share
oh god will we share – out there,
beyond our sphere, reaching into places which
should be out of reach but are not
– and in this sharing,
this caring if you like,
(you like? yes, you like)
others will
see
just
how
special
we are.
but we will still
blow hot air on ice –
we will write our world
(Photo by Marcus Löfvenberg on Unsplash)
sandie zand 