Null and Void

March 20th, 2011 | Meera

I’m taking a poetry workshop. I don’t think I’ll post much of what I’m writing, but here is today’s poem, because once a long time ago I promised you ice. I don’t always keep my promises.

T. on Sunday morning

It is in the nature of ice
to be always on the verge
of giving in. Steel stays steel
for thousands of degrees,
defending its solidity
against exquisite heat
—though whether this is
stalwart or just stubborn,
none can say.

But ice, like you
or I, stands a hair’s breadth
from its reverse. A trifling
bit of warmth is all it takes
to change what seemed
so hard into the paragon
of softness; what was once
resolute of shape becomes
a sycophant that yields
like butter to the management
of mere containers. Sorry
are the thoughts
that prickle ice while
it is melting: all its qualities
disbanding into what
it feared the most.

There is
not cold enough on Earth
to keep ice safe
from water.

3 Responses to “Null and Void”

  1. Anya Weber says:

    Beautiful, Meera!

  2. CAROLYN says:

    Oh I love this poem of ice.

  3. shoreacres says:

    This is simply splendid. I have a question about it which I’ll email to you if I can find the contact form.

    Truly, this would hold up on any poetry site I know.