Ice Age

 

Nothing moving

All is frozen

There might be life in there

We won’t know until we

Excavate

 

I guess I’ve known people like this

I hope I don’t become one

Inside, that would be terrifying

(no fun for a claustrophobe)

I can do much with a illusion

Light, space, and motion

Eventually

 

It would all come through

What I’ve pretending

While the borders would come closer

And I’d need

More medication or something

 

Pray, let’s not be frozen

Keep it supple, keep it moving

Use whatever means

Short of murder

To chip through, if that’s all

There is to reach

The inner core

Not for samples but

(this is not clinician-speaking)

But for release

Of something real

 

Life through to the surface

And the light of day

Time and space to beckon

Once again

The living can respond

Then take back

And then move forward

In thawed time

 

C L Couch

 

 

An artist’s impression of ice age Earth at glacial maximum.

Ittiz – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9237442