The Icelandic Canadian - 01.03.2004, Side 49

Vol. 58 #3
THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
143
Poetry
lift off
sleet
like rock salt
peppers me
seasons me
for winter
stings in
nicks of time
time . , ,
time to
heal the nicks
soothe the stings
transcend seasons
soar above pain
run flush-faced
panting
headlong
into the wind
and frozen rain
like a float plane
spread wings
flaps down
lift off
ascend
in crystalline air
beyond hurts
above noise
into grace
find below
the quiet place
and land on
the unspoiled
nameless lake
- by Fred D. Anderson