
Stasia Schmidt
Ephemerality
glacier ice, moonlight, fingers of red banded stone slick basalt, golden glow, ancient floes washed ashore rivers rage towards oblivion as she watches, perched on edge longing for sublimation, illumination, an invitation to be a witness, watching the earth as it unfurls or maybe a lover, to feel the gentle caress of time dancing on the wind asking her to surrender to the ephemeral a crack, a crash a gleam of light and she is gone