Glacial Tempo

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Fluid has time been, slipping
through my fingers like a chill
glacial stream, slipping
grains of sandy soil grating
against my skin … what was
yesterday, when is tomorrow?
… all a blur, cloudy, murky with
uncertainties in this time uncertain
the chill sinking deep, deep
past skin, through muscles …
… to mere bone …

Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 300 journals on six continents; and 20 collections of poetry – including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019) and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Her writing has been honored by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011) and nominated for the Best of the Net. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her travels at: or

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