Elisabeth von Uhl

Eyes Not Large Enough to Catch Beauty

Weight   forces the tree branches
       to grip the ground. Sky
veils the hills, and wind
      displaces enough to hide
   footsteps. Fences buried:
we do not look.

Iceland, 2007

The world is cleaved in ice,
blue: alone, diverged in water,
a frozen peace, embraced
by steel-cut sky, pinched
by fingers splicing through
Northern Lights so close. Hack.
Grab what was never, but
      what you want.

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