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By Eleanore Allan-Rahill<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Glacial Humanity<\/em> explores the themes of memory, value systems, and change through the lens of glacial landscapes. This collection reflects on what the natural world can teach us about being human: the importance of moving slowly, being in community, knowing individual strength, studying the past, and considering many factors of influence. Not only can glaciers teach us how to be with ourselves and the people around us, but also how to address the climate issues that are impacting glaciated landscapes themselves, recognizing that these two actions are interconnected. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fabric of Memory<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Ice remembers. Pushed from the side by mountains pressure building When pushed one way, But toughness in one direction requires softness in others, Strength is both. When studied closely, These alterations are not simply scars. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Mouth<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I jumped into a crevasse today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On a rope, the mouth of the glacier gaping around me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There, It was quite something to be engulfed by this hole and to feel no fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, a sense of calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Observing the space around me It eats itself alive It tosses and turns To be in a space so overwhelmingly large and powerful, Dangling there, Powerful plurality. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Icefall<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It seems impossible to comprehend its mass and force, Looking from above, I know it\u2019s gargantuan, There really are hundreds of them. An analog for its appearance Each crack, serac, or snowbridge distinct From far away, it seems to be all one thing. Each component beautiful on its own, Comparable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like the crevasse in which I found myself yesterday, Though flow is not the word this landscape evokes. Chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It all seems to come back to chaos. The ice has no care or control over where it goes, It travels down its course it just flows along, Some ice will melt to water losing, gaining, transforming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It may assume many forms There is no terminus to change<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By Eleanore Allan-Rahill \u00a0 Glacial Humanity explores the themes of memory, value systems, and change through the lens of glacial landscapes. This collection reflects on what the natural world can teach us about being human: the importance of moving slowly, being in community, knowing individual strength, studying the past, and considering many factors of influence. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":399,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[53],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5709","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spire-2026-issue"],"yoast_head":"\n
These poems were originally written during a summer fieldwork season in Southeast Alaska as part of the Juneau Icefield Research Program. This writing was inspired by the beautiful land that is the traditional, unceded territories of the Ling\u00edt (Tlingit), Xaadas (Haida), and Ts’msyen (Tsimshian) peoples.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Its structure holds the story.
Crystalline arrangements reveal the past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
pushed down upon by overlying snow
pushed again from the side<\/p>\n\n\n\n
stressors in many directions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
durability against that pressure grows,
a visible transformation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a malleable resistance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each time it is pushed anew, the structure changes.
Each change leaving a lasting mark.
Evidence of past experiences, accumulating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the stitches can be seen.
Each thread a story of the past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What was once many individual snowflakes
through pressure, stress, and time,
have been arranged together.
Now, an unexpectedly beautiful quilt.
The fabric tells the story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hung,
suspended,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I got to thinking<\/p>\n\n\n\n
which appeared to never end
to be within the massive glacier, knowing of its power, its potential for destruction<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a space seemingly so still.
But, in this observation,
seeing signs of motion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
constantly churning
macerating its matter
large blocks fall
wedged between snowy walls
smaller slabs sink,
out of sight
to the unknown depths below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
grows wider
falls in upon itself
processing
before spitting it out the other end
down the icefall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
within something that could be your death
and feel only a sense of peace and wholeness.
Reverence for this being,
who can hold so much chaos and calm at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was as it was:
suspended between
stillness, calm, peace,
motion, danger, destruction,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What a beautiful way to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
no scientific quantification could do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
each of the hundreds of seracs and cracks I see,
meters larger than they seem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No.
Thousands, it must be.
Arranged in an unarranged fashion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
does not seem to exist.
Incomparable?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
yet similar to those which surround it.
Mimicry.
A pattern of disorganization.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Closer up,
it is plain to see the many individual components.
It is both.
Impossible to understand, if we see it as only one or the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but particularly stunning when seen as a whole,
within its community.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Icefall,
passive evidence of its own flow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These large chunks of fractured ice in pillars and sheets of varying heights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A beautifully stoic disorganization
a tranquil, peaceful sort of destruction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
guided
by the surrounding rocks and ice<\/p>\n\n\n\n
not knowing its final destination
nor what will happen in its passage
not determined to get to any particular place
nor tied to being any one way
no value associated with any form or path<\/p>\n\n\n\n
through the chaos
taking the changes as they come
only hints of resistance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
end up in the ocean.
Evaporate
precipitate again.
It will lose parts of itself
collide with new parts<\/p>\n\n\n\n
water, snow, firn, ice,
presenting different identities
countless times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n