Disappearances

Poétique

Sun scorched in heaves and crashes,

in breaths and bereavements,

in cracks and disappearances,

its icy grandeur melts into the salty slosh it once defied.

Solemn is the season,

without ice to form its purpose.

Out in the Pacific are the witnesses of this icy cascade,

where a funeral procession makes its way from the Arctic,

to warmer waters,

in its grief,

in its terror,

waters creep high along the shore,

they see it creeping closer,

and radio waves transmit their cries to inland places,

we flick a switch to quiet this noise,

and run a bath to wash ourselves of the intrusion.