Norsk
Kilometers
north of home,
sunlight echoes
off glaciers, far
from the sea-
winds of Moss.
Ice is a tenuous
place to stand.
The frost-hard,
the sure-footed
seek space
beyond the reach
of fire, frozen
in relief, a life
made brief,
a lot chosen.
First published in 2012 in The Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature and Art, vol. 86, p. 59.