Breaking the Ice
To break through nature’s glass door was the one.
That first hit, as the cold embraced your skin
and made a warm cocoon, was like a sun
forged from the iciest glaciers. The river ran in
to drench your every inch, a cold caress
that flooded you with heat. As midnight tolls
deep in some distant city, every stress
within your body ebbs away as shoals
of bioluminescence flood the waters.
This is how you will be reborn. The rush
of those million tiny fireflies, baby swimmers,
is a return to one’s own origins. The fish
fill the dark with their glow. Life quickens. Night
bursts into new possibilities of light.
This poem © Oliver Tearle 2022