Capitol Reef National Park in South-Central Utah
Photographed by our friend Patti Ezell of Lake Charles, Louisiana
Poem by Curtis Beaird
They were here, once long before the ice receded.
They were strong and sure and almost silent.
The wind stilled when they spoke in their low whispers.
They knew they belonged, but would not, could not stay.
It was all about the ice. It was all about the ice and its leaving.
As it left, they knew they would have to go.
When the last of the large fields of glistening crystal began to puddle,
they went, leaving behind just this one.
Only one.
His hope, encased in stone, waits. Waits for the coming of the ice.
Copyright 2016, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.
