Fire and Ice (Poem)
While waiting for my flight home, I wrote a poem inspired by the hike in Iceland. Fire and Ice I wonder— Which came first, fire or ice? As I walk across the glacier, leaving footprints on ancient ice, an eerie silence surrounds me, broken only by the hiss of sulfur vents. Arctic winds carry ash and whispers from the sleeping volcano beneath my feet. “Do not be fooled,” it says. “Before the ice, there was fire.” Then I think of us. Like this glacier, we carry old scars on the surface, while deep within, our hearts still burn. How often we hide our fire beneath a shell of ice— our hopes, our fears, our love, our grief. Perhaps we are shaped not by fire alone, nor by ice— but by the journey between them. As I walk away, my footprints will vanish. But beneath every frozen moment, I know fire still waits. Prasanta July, 2026