Her frozen root lies in earth’s crust, beside
carcasses of werewolves.
Ice-entombed for a billion years,
now she emerges, imprinting new ideas.
More than giddy, she is rising,
shuddering the ice sheet awake,
surfing on a seismic wave.
Translucent as a vampire’s skin, she drifts
across a smorgasbord of glaciers.
Her young bones sense something changing.
Ghost mountain range, breaking into dawn,
and she doesn’t feel the cold.