Freezing up blue
by Jessamyn Smyth
[ poetry - july 09 ]
Stay the course. The river freezes
from the bottom up, on this mountain;
static slush grows like coral,
whole barrier reefs of it.
It's something to do with copper,
the cyanotic water skin; too cold now,
to remember what it was.
Come by the stove, sit.
It gets easier, after some time.
The feeling goes. The parts
you lost fall off. After some time,
you'll notice it's been years
since you missed them.
You'll say: our rivers
freeze up blue here.
Come, sit by the stove.
Here, the djinni
freeze up blue.
