Tag: travel poetry

I am the only thing I’ve ever feared - 
the force that moves, 
the enemy that doesn’t. 
We are Gemini. 
No bang, no whimpers 
just birthdays 
on either edge 
of the map. 
Take a bath 
in a glacier's fresh melt 
you'll notice the drowning 
kills you last. 

Silence 

in a moment of peace. 
One minute, 
one day, 
one week, 
same sudsy clawfoot.
Not the suffocation
of an airless climb.  
Not the starvation
of white pine standing proud,
rooting through brackish cracks. 
Not the dehydration
from walking too far
and never enough. 
Hey, 
let's be friends.