Norsk

Kilometers

north of home,

sunlight echoes

off glaciers, far

from the sea-

winds of Moss.

Ice is a tenuous

place to stand.

The frost-hard,

the sure-footed

seek space

beyond the reach

of fire, frozen

in relief, a life

made brief,

a lot chosen.

First published in 2012 in The Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature and Art, vol. 86, p. 59.