The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org 2004
The ice floe of the moment
carries with it hunter as
well as hunted.
In the igloo of the heart
survival is all that matters.
You have heard the story
of the bone blade in the bait
of fat
spilling bear blood on the
white tabletop.
You carry the story in your
own warm stomach,
its moral wrapping you in
seal skin,
laced tight and final.
Outside is frozen and
congealed,
sizzling wind chill.
Inside, the world is kept in
a hard kiss
and mad embrace
rolling up from a capsize to
seize
the vanishing moment.
David Humphreys