I swam under the ice
\nto see the hard surface
\nof its sky.
\nNothing can fly there.
\nIt holds itself in eternal fastness,
\nlike a pure stone
\nlaid on top of the earth.
\nThe wind is sleeping inside it.
\nOnly light
\ncan race through its heart.
\nIt will never evaporate
\ninto the heavens,
\nor fill a blue sea with clouds.
\nIt will never wail with anguish,
\nor throw swords of fire into rocks,
\nand leave Excaliburs
\nto be drawn out by kings. <\/p>\n
It will never trail fingers
\nthrough my hair,
\nand claim me with its touch.
\nIt will never carry
\nthe voices of love and sorrow,
\nrecite poems,
\nsay gentle things.
\nIt will keep under its weight
\nthe gliding of fish,
\nthe flowering of kelp,
\nthe jade of subdued tomb,
\nbe the cover of a glistening
\nsarcophagus.
\nIce that never melts
\nor weeps with rain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I swam under the ice to see the hard surface of its sky. Nothing can fly there. It holds itself in eternal fastness, like a…<\/p>\n