Glimpse
My feet.
My car.
Southwest Airlines.
MS Oosterdam.
A glimpse through the spruce.
My feet, and then:
big, white, and blue.
A blue like no other.
Mendenhall.
Renamed in honor of the Geodetic Survey bureaucrat.
Muir originally named it “Auke” after the Tlingit Indian
clan.
Glacier doesn’t know its name.
It has no need for a name.
Glacier is bigger than that.
It just is.
Big.
Its desire beyond beautiful.
Powerful.
A weapon of mass destruction for which there are no
treaties.
I come and go and take away digits and a feeling of respect
and appreciation.
It remains.
One.
Big, powerful.
Forever moving.
Mendenhall Glacier.
July 2008
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