Caving

[The Moose]

Newly thawed water drips down,
slips mystically--defying physics--
at an angle managing to get between my neck
and shirt.

With widened straddles I skirt
the emerald pool: out of reverence:
of fear of freezing: of loneliness
and a second class
rescue system.

Albino eyeless things flit round
underneath, by imprint or instinct--
some such natural map.

My headlamp flickers out.

[camus]

Welcome back Moose old boy,

You been watching descent?

[mick]

I thought you'd joined the AA at first Moose. Go on, give me a clue.
Like it though, the way you put it together.
Thanks for the read.
Mick

[benjywenjy]

hey moose

I really liked it, got a sense of isolation and cold and an impartial world.

really like 'albino eyeless things'

thnaks for posting

benjy

[anniecat]

Hi,
What is Albino eyeless thing flit round? AC