Icing, Halibut Point

  

 

Science searches the planets for signs of water,

for ice or vapors to structure life like ours,

Earth cells bathed in teeming aqueous fluids

that destroy membranes if they freeze within them,

those sharp dazzling crystals of winter. 

Every pore of Halibut Point granite is saturated.

Winter stone sighs with the expansion of its inner ice.

Broken particles of granite anchor plants and soil,

or wash into the sea,

to form new geologies. 

Winter water solidifies. Its transparency

crystallizes into visible postures

and confectionary coatings.

Does it have intentions?

Does beauty exist outside my eye?