the undertow is sucking hard
i am learning the breath of water
i practised for this day
made ready for the storm that
comes to takes me away

In this tempestuous gale,
a revolution brews, Our kingdom comes
we can no longer afford
to be numb

here is a recipe
for successful evolution:

four parts quaking
three parts waking
two parts crystalline calm
one part coming home
blend thoroughly,
add water

I’m finding clarity
in the eye of this storm
cold brittle clarity
that chills my will
and breaks my heart
where it froze hard
in the long dark explosion
at the beginning of things

now ancient ices crack, soften,
glaciation melts in stages
releasing soggy bewildered mammoths
and sabre tooth tigers

what will happen once
this thaw reaches my north pole?

a voice cries emergency
it has cried so long it has become
whispery and hoarse

the voice belongs to my throat
I’ve forgotten how it feels to be real
in the eye of my community