etching, 5" x 10"



Each moment
huge mountains of ice
flow silently by
whispering their secret words to themselves
carrying their entire history close to their frozen hearts.
Each moment
bits falls away,
left behind to be picked over
by scavengers of wind
and warmer waters.
Each moment
these shrinking giants
slid closer to the edge
of the world….
Their gnawing silence beaming a grinding sound
Their whisperings quiver
in pending fear of the unknown.
A small burst of wind.
then they are gone.