Antarctica
by Katherine Glenday
Our thoughts form us
And like the forams
And the caddis creatures
We live in our
Patterned habits
I can run with this
And do
Away from text and fact
And the common herded wayfare
Of thought and learned behaviour
It is too dense for me
I am overwhelmed already
And the truth of it
Scampers off somewhere
And snarls in the brambles
Beneath the woods
Of a forest of trees
I would rather drop my sounding bells
Below a frozen sea
And watch with my long distance heart
As my friends swim them down
To sing an angelus
On the ocean bed
Here all things are weighed
In the company of creatures
Who build their hearts on the sleeves
Of their houses.
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