Hating heights, ice sought the smoothest descent, but
As long as winter held, it was scotched again and again.
Arctic air trapped it mid drip from roof-tops, and windowsills
Grew it in snow piles on roadsides and in uptown car lots, but
Gifted with one super sunny day, it began to creep away.
It’s been on the run a few days now, but cleverly covers its tracks.
Look at those snow heaps a little closer now. Observe one day by day.
Listen at curbside catchments to hear the frigid overflow as it tinkles in;
Notice the shape-shifts of an icy peak and the delicate lacing at its base;
Notice the shrinkage and the colouring, the sediments and the freed land.
In its thirst to breakaway, ice melts enough to drown the glum grass beneath it,
Rushing and scheming to return underground to a table only scientists have seen.
Yet drip by drip go these daring and shiny rivulets as if to reunite with long lost kin,
Becoming one body refreshing and blue, bound, from the last lake in the great chain,
Through the St. Lawrence and into the moody tides of a vast and salty ocean: Atlantic.