In The Coldest Hour

If we’re awake at 3 am

that’s when we go deepest

words drift like floes

away, then near and away again

We lie together, bellies flat

packed against the ice

tugging our shirts to warm

exposed waists, and there’s

so much sea below

so many sorries surrounding

The conversation is just beginning

For Hannah’s prompt to the Real Toads: Ice Caves