this malignant day is the testament of our permanent place
on a frozen earth-no shoots to beg, insist, demand
on sunlight, no leaf or tree to die.
today it’s cancer, swallow the stone.
it is a forever day as etched in ice as your families,
your loves, your best ideas, your many selves
the very cold is very proof.
the numbness is your promise of always-be.
what would you do if you knew
that sun would be higher in its course today
and then tomorrow and the next?
could you imagine the thaw?
what is it that lives through the death of ice?
See more works in Channels.
To submit work to Channels, click here.