In the Midst of Glaciers

Hubbard 1                       Hubbard remnant

Dare I watch? Dare I breathe in this place,
where Nature’s breath and hand
hath created frozen beauty
over hundreds, nay thousands, of years?

Glaciers appear as still rivers
imperceptible flows of time
dip down from mountains of rock,
those dark monoliths of eternity.

Snow compressed, solidified
centuries of generation after generation
braids of blue crystal rivulets
between boundaries of sky and sea.

We float, this ship of humans,
bodies in the midst of your debris
slabs of flesh among slabs of ice
decades of life dwarfed in age and size.

Bits of time shed from the mother lode,
we, the detritus of humanity
make our way through the field of ice
looking backward as our ship retreats.

We are changed forever by this timeless place
one small ship in a glacier glory land
a fracture
in the eons of time.

Top two photos from aboard our ship, very very close to Hubbard Glacier. We had to move through an ice field from its “calving” — to get close this close — and we were privileged to see it calve — drop a huge mantle of ice with a thunderous sound!!! 

Mendenhall   Mendenhall Glacier near Juneau.Notes below.

us at laughton toeAlmost to the toe of Laughton near Skagway. 

Laughton ice     Laughton’s ice shelf. Melting into glacial stream.

us on stream   Us on hike back down. Notes below.

Mendenhall Glacier near Juneau. We hiked to a beach where we could look across a lake and see this magnificent site.  Next are photos of our hike all the way up to the “toe” of the Laughton Glacier near Skagway. We are standing by a glacier runoff stream — the sound alone was wondrous. Others are of us standing on the toe — incredible that we made it this high — right next to the glacier….you’ll see the ice shelf, crack in the ice.  Truly an amazing hike — exhausting but exhilarating!  We climbed through woods, then over fields of rocks and boulders to get here.  11 miles round trip to Laughton. Alaska: trip of a lifetime!

 

 

 

 

Alaska: First Glance

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She wears mist like a silk scarf
draped round her foothills,
wisps of white cloud
wrap round her girth,
this Alaskan mountain.

Her legion of honor stand nearby
black spruce, short in stature
strong willed in spirit,
cling to permafrost tundra,
their tenacity and her beauty
reflected in cold still waters.

photo 2      photo 3  Photos taken from our dome topped train ride from Anchorage to Talkeetna, Alaska yesterday.

Even Song

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Plop
Patter
Ping
Slow steady nocturnal rain
taps on the yellow-green ceiling
of my ancient canvas tent.
Comfort seeps in as I burrow deep
in my cocoon zippered bag,
crisp cold nose, just outside the seam.
Lids shutter slowly as ears perk to listen.
Thoughts float in a cool haze.
A hooting owl sits sheltered
by spring’s green-yellow canopy.
The drip, drop, patter
plops above its feathered head.
Dreaming now,
a moon sliver guides me
to a sleep moment of clarity.
These rain notes are nature’s evensong.
A prayer
for all who sleep in this forested place.

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Revised from one of my very first poems written in February, in my first class with Holly Wren Spaulding. Posted so early in March (as Rain Song) , I doubt but five people saw it!
UPDATE:  I am in Alaska, as you read this! Will be posting every other day for two weeks until I return.  Mostly new — poems that is — although I will be rejuvenated (love that word!) even more upon my return to Boston, our city by the sea.

Hawaii Lava Walk

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The earth belches and spews forth her fury.
Oh Pele, goddess of volcanoes,
your power and passion are evident
as you hiss and ooze red-hot anger.

You are the earth’s psyche
and we the defiant trespassers,
over cracks and fissures
glass-sharp edges of your hardened crust.

Arrogant though we are
we step gingerly,
awed by your magnificence
as we retreat to cooler ground.

Posted in response to the Daily Post Photo Challenge:  Beneath Your Feet.  Photos from our 2005 Lava Walk on the Big Island in Hawaii.  A once in a life-time experience, to feel the volcano beneath our feet!

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Tankas* for Earth’s Children

Volcanoes fester
seethe and boil beneath earth’s skin
like red hot anger
held within, spews forth fury
assaults all within its grasp.

Watch how the clouds fly
sometimes dark and threatening
often soft and light
retreat in black moonlit sky
promise always to return.

Oceans between lands
offer pathways to friendship
teem with life for life.
Waves ebb and flow to all shores,
assure life’s cycle anew.

Sun of mother earth,
shines her perpetual light
nurtures all children,
no matter diversity
prejudice vanquished for all.

Listen my children,
the earth shudders in anguish
sees your refusal
to step lightly on her soil.
Embrace your sameness and love.

 

*My June Challenge Poetry Class assignment was to write a poem within constraints, and the next day’s assignment, to write a poem of instruction. This combined the two. A tanka is a genre of classical Japanese poetry that contains 31 syllables, typically in lines of 5-7-5-7-7.

Cattails

Tall brown spikes on green stalks.
Herd plants, unlike their namesake
stand together, day after day.

Under hot sun, wind and occasional hail
bake into velvet texture
slowly stretch until they burst.

Brown-flecked white fluff stands on end
like the cat, suddenly shocked
sensing threat nearby.

A thresher looms its blades
and they scatter in the wind
seeding their next generation.