I plunge my script pen in a blue inkwell
A broad blue current seventy feet below
torrents through a glacier crevasse.
Secured by ropes tied by hikers,
I rappel down frozen walls
to an ice ledge above the roaring stream.
I dip a cupful, look up at the distant
patch of sky and my buddies, toast the cup,
drink the icy blue water, my lips indigo, teeth
and throat Chilled. I wave, unhitch
rappelling ropes, strip, wave,
plunge into the current. I am blue.
