Monday, January 27, 2014


Human artifacts poke out of the ice: a thermos of coffee, 

magazines, a woman's purse, shoes, a child's doll: 

intact after the plane crashed in icy blue mountains

circling the coast, an arm, a ringed finger, leg bones 

detached from their now cryptic bodies

buried deep in glacial ice

Who knows what lies untouched beneath our feet?

Under the soil deep as we know it and deeper still

undiscovered species and artifacts 

human junk, and treasures?

200,000 pounds of jewels in ornamental 

sachets undisturbed, in a glacier on Mt. Blanc

Rounding the coast of Greenland a whale ensconced in 

ancient blue ice stuns kayakers

Do fresh-water lakes exist far below oceans? 

Is there another Grand Canyon, 

carved by rivers snaking through red rock, below us?

Indeed, though small, we leave our 


Otzi, the Iceman, Europe's oldest 

natural human mummy tells us this: 

I consumed two meals 

before my death, of herb bread, roots 

and fruits. And I am a man quite 

fond of his ibez meat

Though wandering a conifer forest when he died 

Otzi was discovered in glacial ice, unaware of

the next astonishing world that would

spin off its axis and wobble 

in unrestrained, delirious new light


  1. Delirious poem. Crazy beautiful light here. And contemplating the Grand Canyon below my feet. xo S

    1. Well, I'm astounded at what is still being discovered...we're a long way off from solving all those mysteries...sometimes sounds like science fiction, what's right here in front of our noses.

  2. Beautiful, Monica. I devoured this poem. It shall nourish these bones through the long winter night and perhaps for unknown centuries, as well.

    1. hahaha! oh, you have a wonderful imagination, Kathy. Now my husband tells me the tallest mountains on earth are at the bottom of the oceans...already this poem needs a re-write!

  3. Two things...

    I often make small jokes about being from the Pleistocene era. It's not that I feel old, it's simply a way of acknowledging the layers upon layers upon layers that have been laid down, body and spirit, since birth.

    And, there's this, just one example of paintings Gary Myers refers to as his Archaeology series. If you do a google image search for "redtree times archaeology" you'll get a pageful of offerings. They're a stunning visual expression of the truth of your poem. What a treat this poem is!

  4. Oh, thank you, thank you. I love Gary Myers work. Such wonderful inspiration; now so many ideas are running through my head...thanks for your thought provoking references.

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