GLACIER STONE
Recitation and original musical setting by the author:
By Tim Kahl The icy blue tongue of the glacier recedes, an enigma the most willful humans cannot solve. It turns gray at its edge and backs away from the fjord. Every day those humans with enough money can don their crampons and scramble across the surface. They chalk up experience while the conscientious cry the earth is hurtling toward its demise. What good is a conscience in an age where internet opinion reigns? The Buddhist influencer reminds his followers that all is impermanence, but I'm having difficulty convincing this stone which has been revealed by the Nigard glacier withdrawn to the heights. It is a stone, a stone, a stone — steadfast and pledged to say nothing. It is discouraging for humans. Their fragility is well-documented, predictable. So many graves are spotting the terrain. According to Jewish custom, a stone placed on a grave invites an enduring memory. It chases away the golems too which are always gathering where the peel of the earth is thin and worn. The traffic is passing, passing. The pressure is prolonged. I can place a stone from the Nigard glacier in front of your eyes and make it speak to memory. It issues its continuance even after the invincible river of ice is gone.
Tim Kahl is the author of six books of poems, most recently Omnishambles (Bald Trickster, 2019), California Sijo (Bald Trickster, 2022) and Drips, Spills, Bursts, Tangles, and Washes (Cold River Press, 2024). He is also an editor of Clade Song. He builds flutes, plays them and plays guitars, ukuleles, charangos and cavaquinhos as well. He currently teaches at California State University, Sacramento.
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This is quite solid and lovely. I also appreciate the little glimmers of anger.
love it!