There’s been a plane crash
and I am one of the survivors
who make camps on a sheet of ice,
There is a perfect circle cut in the snow.
I fall in thinking this is cold but it’s okay
but then suddenly I am being sucked
down and down at great speed
and it’s freezing but I’m thinking
I’ll just go with it when suddenly
it occurs to me but what about my little boy,
this is far too cold for him.
So I start desperately trying to swim back up,
it’s the most enormous effort
and then I realise I’m under the ice
and I need to find the hole if I’m to get out.
I hear someone talking on the phone
and I’m filled with rage because why
are they talking about me as if I’m not there
when I’m right here only I can’t open my eyes.
I wake with the most disturbing feeling
that this has not been a dream,
this actually happened to me
on an operating table in a hospital
where I came back from a place
that was colder than anywhere I’ve ever known.