The boat moved through the water,
making no sound. The only noises
were the sound of wind and
the crack of ice in the distance.
The water was almost frozen and had
taken on an almost gel-like quality.
It looked as if it would hold my weight
should I happen to fall into it,
the coldness of it carrying me onward.
There were birds flying through the
air around us and the sun
was so bright, so brilliant,
that I almost had to shield my eyes
against its luminosity.
As we approached the mountains,
the boat moving silently
though the almost frozen water,
the mountains became bigger
and the glaciers atop of them
shone in all shades of blue and white,
telling stories of how they
came to be and where they came from.
I held my husbands’ hand
and watched the mountains and glaciers
become even bigger as we moved closer
and was struck with the stories
that they could tell,
the tales that they could weave
of what had come before.
I thought to myself:
‘They were here when time began. They were here when the world was formed and have endured.’
Looking at the land before me,
thousands of miles of rock and ice
that lay uninhabited and filled the horizon,
so much larger than our boat and so much bigger
The world back home seemed foreign
and time stood still.
I looked at the shades of blue within the ice,
at the land that had moved and shaped itself
over time immortal
and thought to myself:
‘How very small I am. I am but a second in the span of time, a pinprick of light, merely a drop of water within the ocean of the world.’
I looked at the world around me that
had been waiting for me all this time
and felt tears come to my eyes.
I could only cry as there were no words
to describe what I was seeing.
My tears fell to the water,
becoming one with the frozen waters.
My spirit sighed in contentment,
soaking up the light of that Alaskan sun,
feeling awake as it never had