Issue 8 – Tremmel

Robert Tremmel

The Ice

Suddenly, all of this
becomes clear

the cloud cover
that moved in the night

the bluebird painted
in the eastern sky

tire tracks
that were not here

the morning before
or the morning before that

men and women in robes
walking along the edge

of the lake, praying
over the ice

smoke from incense
drifting over the ice

the ice beautiful
but unmoved.