Ice on the lake measures more than 12 inches thick.
What more perfect invitation need there be
to lie atop the lake that you paddled just months ago?
Bundled warm, arms stretched wide
the ice concert begins–
low rumbles, occasional pings, then silence again
as subtle shifts create the eery ice music.
And what of my human form
perhaps slightly changing the tune?
Or the hushed water that is still home
to all that lives and swims beneath?
I love remembering this, imagining the fluidity
that lies beneath what may at a glance seem
solid, silent, immoveable.
But with just a little focus,
and maybe a little snow down your coat
if you can’t resist lying down on it,
the ice comes alive with sparkling vibrancy.
So that as look up at the rich blue sky
while lying on the soft inch or so of snow
that cushions the many inches of ice
that holds the deep water and all within…
I, too, can feel held, connected to this Wild place
that holds all of it–the frozen and the fluid—with ease.
