Poem by Kelli Russell Agodon, read by Heather Mackay Young
Here’s a poem from Iceland!
How The Ground Begins
Lichen grasping to volcanic rock.
Spreading flat white fingers
across empty black crags.
Tenacious.
Determined to get hold.
To survive.
To begin the cycle of life.
Tried to post a photo here but don’t know how!
Are you in Iceland? <3 I love the polarity of flat white fingers / across empty black crags
Life frolics…
Such a delicious line Golden!
Just got home. Amazing island. Barely cooled off from its formation! Still bubbling and hissing and sending waves of lava and melting glaciers across the empty land. Fascinating.
Here’s a poem from Iceland!
How The Ground Begins
Lichen grasping to volcanic rock.
Spreading flat white fingers
across empty black crags.
Tenacious.
Determined to get hold.
To survive.
To begin the cycle of life.
Tried to post a photo here but don’t know how!
Are you in Iceland? <3 I love the polarity of flat white fingers / across empty black crags
Life frolics…
Such a delicious line Golden!
Just got home. Amazing island. Barely cooled off from its formation! Still bubbling and hissing and sending waves of lava and melting glaciers across the empty land. Fascinating.