Ice Pan

I stood, trying to decipher a jumbled ice pan. Behind me, open water, beyond the ice, our camp.

Sarah Matula - AA Panorama

We could have backtracked, gone around. I went over.

On the ice, synapses fire, I am alive. The domain of humanity is defined by wildness, somewhere between grace and violence.

I yearn to live, submit to this Earth, disappear into my lover’s eyes.

At times I live in that place.

At times, troubled in the night, I reach out and find comfort in her familiar form.

At times I am utterly lost.

But in the looking, I find glimpses of myself.

 

 

 

Author: Dave Weir     Photo: Sarah Matula

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