IT WILL ALL WORK OUT OKAY
Once I hiked partway up a glacier on the other side of a dust
storm just north of Vik far off
I could see the sandy fields & the shaggy horses
that roamed them could see the seams of their breath lifting
little signals into the weep of it all I was someone else
back then someone maybe not even lonely Back then
I stood for a long time before the waterfall that broadcast
its white in a rush of lace The tourgroup was full
of complaints around the next scheduled departure
At the Blue Lagoon I watched strangers
at a bachelorette party take shots of vodka from tiny plastic cups
& toast the bride-to-be in her white bikini
Just like anywhere or the moon
& back then I was full of my own brand of laziness &
shorthand desire to get close to something life-changing &
majestic without working very hard for it Everywhere
I looked something was coming alive in dramatic fashion
a glimmer in the ache of the cape of ice that glazed
everything over those months of little daylight
the dusk kept folding its lava fields into a syntax
of evening It was beautiful It made me
smaller
