Iceland in January

Iceland in February

the cold is jarring—
a reminder or something like it.

everything is olive and jade
everything is edge:

the largeness of it overwhelming–
yet reassuring somehow

the sea is rough
&    dark   —    crashing

into the black sand beach
underneath.

i stand still,
overlooking the cliff,

thinking:
i am nothing and not even that.

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