The Glacier

From your small boat, the glacier is a slab

of cloud marble rising out of flat water.

You see that glaciers have black veins

of the windblown dirt from the creation

of layers, and as time is the shifter

of strange increments, the giddy pillar

of the glacier face spits a piff of ice

from grey facture line.  

 

There’s a quiet boom before a glacier breaks

in a series of markerpoints – the column of ice

slides off and disperses below the surface,

causing the boat to rise and inch or two,

then drop again, and you experience

the cooling of arms.