Dreams of Antarctica

I will stand at the bottom of the world.

One day, when I am more holy,
when I feel that low.

So low, I am atop the bottom

The Vinson Massif of depression
14,000 feet below, and pointing towards eternity
the summit of the nadir.

Inspired by 90 percent of the world's fresh water below my feet
with all my dreams frozen
and crushed along the way.

there are no bones
no ancestors
no rain below in these dry fields
for more than two million years.

Even the salt is too far away to see.
The Amundsen, Bellingshausen or Wendell,
just memories of small boats on tall waves

like the warmth of sunlight
here in this icy hell.

Here at the peak of emptiness --
this peek into the void --
where alone is everything
and everything is alone

I sing my anthem.