Antarctica by Jim Bumgardner
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY
1
i finally arrived at the end of the road and laid down to rest
the moist grass felt like heaven and the moon
felt like sunlight
and all of the inflammation and soreness from
years of running on empty
finally disappeared
11
Like a roman leap year, the sun left on sunday
leaving me on monday in a thick
black patch
of blue
reaching for a luke warm cup of coffee
i turn on the artificial
light
which now illuminates the dark
days ahead
and contemplate the art
of whispering
i love you
Her Two Cents
I recently watched Werner Herzog’s documentary, “Encounters at the End of the World.” The beauty of the frozen land and sea is otherworldly, but for me the strange attractor in this remote continent lies with the people who have chosen a place of unending dark and light over the relative comforts of nearly any other pinpoint on a map. Their stories are deeply fascinating and I wonder whom or what they loved before their life at the end of the world. There are no Missed Connections in Antarctica – or are there?
