Today I came across this beautiful poem I wrote about an opportunity I had years ago to explore the ice caves on Lake Superior.
Lake Superior, March 1, 2015
By Rebecca Klamert*
The sun's radiance peeks from behind wispy clouds,
taking a bite out of the Canadian wind
We travel over compacted snow.
polished by wind, and
marked by souls of many
Rolling ripples flow over smooth surfaces as
rough waves etch a path to shore
Clear glass, a window to the sand and rock below
contrasts frosted panes providing shelter for fish
Minuscule soda straws surround cracks
that at times expand with a loud croak
Shelves of ice, all sizes and shapes,
form detailed mosaics.
enlarged molecules as viewed through a microscope, and
tiny veins branching out from a larger artery
Snow dust skims across, a water droplet in a hot pan,
performing a delicate dance
Along the shore chunks of ice mix with soft snow
Piles of broken shards crunch with the weight of my boots
Taps of hiking poles play a soft symphony,
a xylophone marking their rhythm
The sun dips lower in the sky
and angel rays stream through the clouds
*This was my name at the time the poem was written.
