looking down on the Grinnell Valley, Glacier National Park, Montana
Five blue pools of water in the mountains
sewn together by strings of icy streams—
half-decade of the rosary, or full
if each bead counts twice.
Dammed by moraines dropped by moving masses
of ice, each could be its own mystery.
Above the green and red strips of sediment
lies a lonely frozen tarn that showers
the four beads below.
Snow drifts block its path from unsure footfalls.
But glacier lilies finish the prayer,
trail receding ice, lift the spring up slopes
with their golden crowns, delicate heads bowed
when they’ll store the spark in bulbs.
Ryan is a writer living and working in the Philadelphia area. He holds an MA in Writing Studies from Saint Joseph’s University and writes poetry and creative non-fiction.