It is all so obvious now
All right in front of you
Water was once together
Then it separated
Into separate strands
Of its separate selves
Sun is scarce here
It puts pressure on your skin
Clamps down on your skin
Cold found under your skin
As knees bend and ache
Knees more than just bone
Knees have brought you
To this glacier
This a white desert
You have come with knees
To see desert
To see how desert
Is beautiful still
To know some ice
Cannot contain molten rock
That becomes the land
A mind slowly curdling out
Imagining it wants to be
Trampled on
Covered by moss
Blue sky in this clear water
On a black desert of cooled lava
That had bubbled and raged red once
While the people stayed cold blooded
No lava under their skin
That boils with want
This mountain of clay
Shaped by hands
Squeezed and molded
Glazed with green
The people speak of sulfur
The people speak of age
The earth’s crust writhes
This mountain is silent
She stays still wondering
Why do I swelter and swell
If I only spilled
If I only am
Unintentionally
You try to reach like the glacier
It too has perspired over time
Attempting the climb
Over the mountain
To reach its people
But the land here is skin
Like you it is skin
It parts to be filled
Risking all dark scars
Risking its own uniqueness
Unoriginal to its people
The land is made and remade
Only heat from under the sea
Like all land is
by Marream Krollos, from Sermons
