Ice Heaves Scraping snow from a frozen pond so my children can go skating my breath melting crystals of ice to my hair my eyelashes until I'm no longer separate from the air and I remember this very moment the past slipping into the sound of the shovel moving across the ice my boots lifting flakes of snow I want to stay this way for always but the thick ice heaves beneath my feet cracks and splits the surface and I know I no longer believe in breaking through or living forever otherwise. |