Thaw
A Stream of Consciousness Poem

We used to mock the liquid
Looking down from our frosty blue parapets
Impervious to doubt and pain
Clean and pristine as an original idea
Light and warmth touched us and recoiled, frostbitten
We could not remember flowing
Stately and solid, we were certain
Sure we had never been anything other than ice
Then the moment arrived
Swanning in with mischievous intent
Warm were the rumors
Whispers of cracks proliferated
Some were certain that they had heard shifting
Scandalous dripping embarrassed many
The tallest and coldest of us remained inert
Reassuring the rest that some straightness laughs at gravity and time
How could a sun so remote and tiny threaten us?
If a cloud can hide the whole of you, where is your power?
Movement and change are for penguins, whales and bears
Lesser things, beneath our pale shoulders
We have counted out centuries, standing still
To melt, thaw and be resolved into a dew
This is the fate of mortals
We are the walls that hold entropy for questioning
But we learned the name of the traitorous moment
Spring
Sure of ourselves, we scoffed at the presumptuous monosyllable
We cover continents
What gerund could resist our obstinate whiteness?
Back to sleep we went
Neighbors with heaven
Then that sickening splash christened morning with mourning
No longer sneering at the low water
The aristocratic look down became a vertiginous augury of annihilation
We heard the language of an inexorable future, clear and hot
Our brethren learned to tumble
Begging for our aid
Sure that this was merely a temporary problem
We bolstered each other with reassuring lies
How enormous and deaf the smug sun became, watching
Its staring eye read fear in our crystalline hearts
Incapable of any sensation for millennia
The light tutored our grudging geometry in feeling disintegration
Laws our forefathers wrote thawed into gibberish
I watched my titanic brother, immobile as mathematics
Cascade into the hungry drink in fragments
We could not believe it
Ice understands clarity and stalwart inertia
Ice abhors motion
Ice cannot spell negotiation, or mercy
We were grudging students
In the classroom of new heat
Sizzling seminars spooled out
Formerly silent, the sun wouldn't shut up
Every word wove weakness into our lofty angles
Our requiem was written in frothing impacts
Now we know the power of falling
Now we remember our liquid heritage
We flowed, once
All of us
We scrambled to decipher our birth certificates
Discovering that hydrogen and oxygen had made our bones
Incredulous shame and ranting anger abounded
Paranoia scampered through the crowd
Suspicious whispering eclipsed all other conversation
The remorseless, feline papillae of spring's tongue
Licked each of us into shocked ears
Suddenly able to hear the summons
Of the unborn, undying tide
Whether we accept it or not, it's true
Falling was ordained before our cold pride rose
Towering is temporary
Our genealogy is aqueous
Like our sultry, saline future
We are what we always were
Under stark armor
Everyone I have known
And I
Always water
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.




Comments (3)
Just stunning, sir. Stunning and thought-provoking. Congrats on Top Story! A fast one but deserved-very much deserved!
Humble scribbling indeed! Your lines with “original idea” and “gerund” and “feline papillae” are just a few of the wonderful lines in this one. A great “stream” of consciousness
Some great lines and things to think about