You’ve fallen through ice. Above you men
with ladders are sidling to where you fell in
to this cold cathedral with its shattered dome.
Ice has you in its picture frame
for a full-length portrait but minus breath.
Light doesn’t help. Safety’s underneath,
a little deeper, if only you dare
look up to the jagged dark. That’s air,
shouts, dogs barking, warm hands and ropes.
Aim for the dark. It’s your only hope.