It occupies my mind, a foreign terrain
Lit up by the sun’s rays, 24 hours of light
Drawing my imagination south, pulling me toward them
The mountains rise through layered clouds
Strong, resolute, rising above ice,
In stark relief against a blue, cloud streaked sky.
Glaciers curve down mountain valleys
Coming into view from behind the peaks
Flowing down to the frozen sea
Rivers of ice, golden in the late-day sun
Looking smooth in the distance, but cracked, tortured, broken
At their toe Icy cliffs lift high above sea ice
An impasse, short lived as gravity wins
Pulling the ice always downward and out into the cold, frozen sea.
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