Mouth of Ice
This poem was published in BlazeVOX
Trees darken the field beyond my window,
Candles cackle in mason jars, wax breathing,
Wicks drowning, and today on the phone Jason
Says we should be more than who we are.
Thinking of my friend, I see a polar bear swimming
In a deep blue mouth of ice, paws wet as white grass
Fluttering, jaw to the sky—tongue, teeth,
Black eyes. The bear must be blinded
To see the sun blink out the earth
In rays of fire, ice, light and light.