Ice.
Accumulating floe.
Choking, Seizing, Stilling.
Grinding to a halt...
Frozen...

The Distracted Pastor, 2019

The polar vortex froze the water in the pipes running through the lawn between our home and the church from Thursday through Sunday. We left town to go to a training, but returned before the thaw. It was very stressful, so this poem has been writing itself in my head for a few days. I thought I would get it out of my system and share it for fun.