Prayer for Melting

Out of the sun,

The ice still lies.

Is it hiding?

Hanging on to cold existence?

Or does it long for the low sun’s warming touch,

To set it free to join the air?

 

Either way is fruitless.

It cannot fight the turning of the earth,

Or wish this or that to come to pass.

Its melting is inevitable.

There is no chance or mystery,

Only caluable, clockwork certainty,

Which I can predict from my window.

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