Glacial Solitude
Midnight. The sky is completely clear.
Ice squeaks beneath my boots, settles in the snow.
I rest at the mountain’s rim, gaze staring out
over the vast basin, over the multitudes-
in pain, stoned, loving, nursing sick, babies,
lonely, restless, as the world spins in turmoil.
A shooting star falls from the crystal sky-
over the jagged city of Jerusalem
the ice lolls, transparent and silent
sheltered within blue glaciers.
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