In blue-green air & water
God you have come back for us,
to our fiberglass boat.
You have come back for us, & I’m afraid.
(But you never left.)
Great sadness at harms.
But nothing that comes now, after,
can be like before.
Even when the icebergs are gone,
and the millions of suns
have burnt themselves out of your arms,
your arms of burnt air,
you are with us,
whoever we are
then.
Lines from the poem, Icebergs, Ilulissat, by Jean Valentine.
