Glacial Gold

I stood helplessly by
As a mountain of ice
Slowly crawled over my
Stick-built life
Those years, much of me died.

Sifted through debris
And load-bearing lies
That formed the scars
Several canyons wide.

Those years, much of me died
And was left behind
For anyone to find
There in the ice.

I found more than gravel
In these wounds.

A glacial pace
Erodes the weight
Of prior mistakes
Grinding fate into
Gold
Exposed
Shorn from
Newborn bluffs.

When all I knew
Had been carved through
A twisted topography
Births perspectives anew.

Duality and despair
Usually found in pairs.

Geologic pain
Evokes the same
Memories.

I found more than gravel
In these wounds.

Those years, much of me died
And was left behind
For anyone to find
There in the ice.

Glaciation followed by
Glimmering truths.

When more ice comes aground
And streams trail behind
Frozen, but still alive.

Dare I be so lucky to find
Gold exposed behind them all?
Gold in every tragedy
That makes landfall.