Crevasses ahead! I
am pinned down.
Light obscured by
clouds, cannot
move around!
Frozen in place and
confused by isolation's void.
Exactly where I didn't
want to be. I planned well;
but this, hoping to avoid.
Eyes stung by crystals,
ears deafened by the wind's roar.
I have pushed my luck so
many times and lived.
Luck! Can there be anymore?
Hunkered down for dear life,
I worry and truly pray
that a miracle will occur,
so I can find warmth and
gain composure to once again,
make way.
The roar succumbs to a whisper,
a loving voice that comforts me.
The blinding crystals and clouds
pass by, you're illuminating my
way so that I can see.
I am enlivened and warmed,
my waist gently squeezed.
Your encouragement chimes
on, from the lips of your
soul. My soul is now pleased.
Now basking in the illumination
of the twenty-four hour night.
I continue on, hoping that
you never leave me and I am
forever bathed in the beauty
of your glowing light!
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Author Notes
The Photograph was taken in 1958 by my father, Louis H.Kohlman.
It is of the moon rising over the Queen Victoria range, Antarctica in June. When the land is bathed by the twenty four hour a day, twilight.
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