you must move to the arctic

walk the tilt of the earth

accustom yourself to blinding emptiness

disappearing horizons

you must prepare yourself for the midwinter

day

when the sun will not rise only then

will rock, sea and ice break apart

each piece, a frozen rendering of a violent truth







Author Details Audra Coleman Contributor Audra Coleman lives in Asheville, NC where she is earning her MLAS at UNCA. She has been honored to see her poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction appear in WNC Woman, The Good Mother Project, 3288 Review, Kestrel, Palaver, Quail Bell Magazine and The Great Smokies Review.