My Life as a Glacier


Sometimes it is a rush of action

followed by an eon of torpor


Sometimes it is one step forward

two steps back


Whatever the pace

I capture all that I encounter


and sweep it along in my travels

until I can bear it no more


Dirt and debris 

entire boulders 


and tiny bits of other lives

are carried with me and


deposited whenever I pause

wherever I stop


You will know my path by 

what I leave behind: 


heaps of displaced snow and sediment

trenches where new streams will flow


Battered minds and hearts 

shape a somber moraine


while particles of hope

shimmer in the deepest crevasse




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