At The Pole

The Snow - So many differing shades of white.

The Ice - So many colours of blue, and green.

The Sky - A perfect brilliant panorama, uncluttered by mole-hill, mound or mountain.

The Sound - No sound, animal, bird, man or machine; not even the whisper of a breeze.

I am alone in the white wilderness of the South Pole

the world's last frontier

freeze-framing a memory

while ice silently hardens into my beard,

and the corners of my mouth.

©Mike Subritzky

2003

Antarctic Collection