Standing on the edge
of the mountains I have built
I am alone and yet my content
fills the valley.
Shadows cross my eyes
and in the that moment
waves of snow and ice
fall upon me from the heavens.
I slept that night on the peak
as the sky cleared and the crystal
horizon morphed into a canvas
filled with stars and the cosmos.
I woke days later beside myself
and free-floating.
Upon the arctic winds
I let go and fell
into and out of each
deep crevasses until
I stopped, standing upon
the shoreline of an ancient sea.
