That restless gnawing,

pacing,

growling,

snapping,

inability to settle.

Fight.

Flight.

Freeze has thawed into bubbling white water,

a torrent thrashing stones,

hurtling bleakly down into unknown.

Caverns,

snaking underground,

wearing me away,

eroding all that is known,

deeper,

penetrating,

breath-taking,

gasping,

convulsing,

suffocating,

shuddering to surface

from this restless chase;

to rush

to gush

to fall

without restraint,

with abandon,

freely

into space,

to waterfall

sparkling into the light again.

 

Photograph by Jonatan Pie