Don’t

look up.

Not here,

at the top of the world,

in this place

of isolation,

of endless night and

boundless snow,

in this roofless hut

of stone entirely open

to unbroken

night.

Don’t look up.

Bear no witness

to the floes of white ice

that define the sky’s

concave curve,

those bergs and glaciers

arranged

aloft

afloat

around that great,

enormous bolt

fastened above…

to…

what?

Hide your seeking,

searching,

perplexed,

bewildered eyes

behind your fingers’

weave.

And for heaven’s sake,

for logic’s sake,

don’t look

up.

 

— C.Birde, 12/19