Poezja

If you weigh the stars in the balance
Glaciers are nurseries of the stars.   
They are weighbridges to the borealis,
Ice roads into isolated communities.
They’re hydroelectric power plants, 
Evolutionary clocks, mammoth museums,
Icebox mountains of organic matter.
Meltwaters surge from the summits
Enlivening salmon in summer streams,
Nourishing the valley with snowmelt.
Glaciers are a kind of counterweight
To their own absence tipping the scale.
Once gone, what could replace glaciers
That we’d not burn in water/drown in fire.