(web photo courtesy of juneautours)
by Tom Sexton
We stood on the deck of a ferry at dawn
fifty years ago and felt the cold breath
of a glacier that was mirrored in the icy water.
Harbor seals disappeared as we approached.
When the air filled with the thunder of the glacier’s
calving, we gripped the rail. The ferry shuddered.
Who would have imagined then how easy it would be
to turn a glacier to mist, to make a glacier disappear?