I ask what she would like to drink
She says water is enough
The closest to one another
water molecules
can get
Is in liquid form
As temperature drops
And motion slows
But has not stopped
We have never been closer
Has it ever been this cold?
As it cools
the crystals form
stiff and delicate
spreading further apart
and rising
We are buoyant in this calm
Linked together and rising above the cold
In any other substance
the solid sinks
More dense than than the fluid
from which it formed
We tell a different story
Weave a protective frost
This is love
at the freezing point
To trust in our density
that water is enough
that we will not sink
Christopher Clauss (he/him) is an introvert, Ravenclaw, father, poet, photographer, and middle school science teacher in rural New Hampshire.His mother believes his poetry is "just wonderful." Both of his daughters declare that he is the "best daddy they have," and his pre-teen science students rave that he is "Fine, I guess. Whatever."
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- Three Degrees Celsius and Falling - 1st February 2022