In the Ice There is a Hole

In the ice there is a hole, a window to another world.

Perhaps a tiny fairie’s wish, sent in a frosted bubble of air, frozen by temperature & time.

Sealed with a ring of perfect white and framed with crystallized delights.

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In the ice there is a hole, a window to an outside world.

Perhaps a frog’s deep reply,  bubbling from his frozen lair, frozen too by temperature & time.

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How it must be for you and me as we gaze into the sky.

Might there be some deep reply, coming to us from holes up high?

Frozen by our finite minds, yet windows still to other worlds…

As I wonder at the hole and all that may come and go,

Even though it is so small, it’s bigger still, I know.

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