Under the Ice

Perhaps it is in the frozen

metal masts


in the subzero air

night after night


feverishly all over our town




pristine retreat within

to feel it deep

under the ice

after the frozen

frosted crystals drift

this way and that

in the silence.

The zig and the zag

of my heart

wrapped in

cold metal

search and release

any leftover attachment

to rust who never sleeps

there is a river flowing

underneath that icey


a river rushing



feel it

feel it good

the love frozen in

the MN tundra,

take the polar plunge

to feel it.

You ask me to be you

to know you

to feel you

under the ice.

I know you in the woman’s eyes that

speak a soulful truth of a life lived long

I know you at Pete’s

with a Bailey’s at 5:30

on a Sunday

to meet pre-arranged

lifetimes ago

and the temperature drops

the weight of the crystal snow

on the pine boughs

the howling bell chime

in the silent cold at


the trees sing out the mystery


in the frozen silence

under the ice

flowing love

under the ice,

there is no turning back.


About Susan

I am a gutsy, single mom of four in southeastern MN on the great Mississippi River. I love to create a life of passion, I am an eternal optimist and a freak for wellness, local foods movement, all sorts of musical genres, nature, bikes, dancing, writing, art, and funny people .
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One Response to Under the Ice

  1. Photodiction says:

    “you ask me to be you” – for some reason, this phrase really jumped out at me. Perhaps it is the desire that loves have top become one. The images of plunging through the cold ice makes me think of the need to strip away facades to reach the essence of what lies within. Breaking the barrier might lead to a warm hope, or it may pull you also into its frozen realm. A risk the lover takes?

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