The Ice of Oneonta

A series of tankas, inspired by photographs taken on a hiking trip near Oneonta Gorge.

I.

Slender branches inked
on frostbanks, this winding stream
a path of spirits
reflecting only wind-stirred
visions of our upright selves.

II.

An icy mist builds
crystal rime on twig and stone;
inside, the heart roars
its endless need to freefall
through this fragile mortal frame.

III.

On moss-covered stone,
frozen water droplets bloom
the way chaos blooms
when you look away: random,
irrepressible and wild.

IV.

Icicles glitter
across the looming rock face;
unseen, something cracks
and hikers damp down voices,
walk the path lullaby soft.

~Kellelynne H. Riley