majestic moment

I spent a few days this week

at the edge of a lake

a frozen lake

in the middle of a frozen land

a gentle giant of a man

who lives in the area

asked if I had heard the song of the ice

listening for songs and sounds

has been a constant for me

over the past twelve years

and so I asked this gentleman

about hearing this sound

following his suggestion

around 4am

I went out on this frozen lake

walking slowly

listening

and I was simply stunned

by the beauty of the night

even the ice crystals in the air

seemed to be hovering in anticipation

and then I heard it

a soft moan

moving to its own rhythm

punctuated by gentle whistling

and a swishing heaving

coming from the womb of somewhere

I lay flat on my back

on this frozen lake

so that I could feel the sound

this song of the ice

so that I could be one with it

it was a majestic moment

back at the edge of water and land

I turned

just to look

once more

fingers of light

were stretching into the darkness

pulling night below the horizon

and I am forever changed

having heard

the song of the ice