“You and I Stood Facing Each Other, at Some Distance” by Thomas Waxwood
You and I Stood Facing Each Other, at Some Distance
This was on an iceberg.
Not the kind that looks like
a white mountain on the sea.
No. A tabular iceberg, a piece
of the Ronne ice shelf. Flat.
Thousands of square miles.
Big as Connecticut.
It was drifting north.
We were standing there, waiting
for the thunder of splitting ice.
To see where the fault lay.
Thomas Waxwood lives in New Jersey. His work has appeared online in concīs and The Road Not Taken, and will appear in forthcoming issues of U.S. 1 Worksheets and The Lyric. Thomas is also a graphic artist, cartoonist, and songwriter.