Poem 20151119

so much ice

i hadn’t thought
with the polar caps melting
and the imminent doom
of rising sea levels

that there was still a place
in the world for so much ice
or that i would be trapped
beneath it

breathing is one thing
when you feel like there’s
something warm in the air
you want in your lungs

but altogether different
when the air is brittle
and razor-edged