Liz Ahl

Liz Ahl is a poet and teacher who lives in New Hampshire. Some of her poems have received Pushcart Prize nominations among her numerous books.She has traveled to all fifty states, as well as to Canada, Mexico, China, Hong Kong, South Korea, Thailand, and Laos, but never “across the pond” to the UK or Europe.

Aquarium, February

When ice outside makes daggers of the grass,

I come to where the tides of life still flow.

The water here still moves behind the glass.

In here, the seasons never seem to pass—

the sullen shark and rays still come and go.

Outside the ice makes daggers of the grass

and coats the roads. The meditative bass

won't puzzle how the blustery blizzards blow.

The water here still moves. Behind the glass,

rose-tinted corals house a teeming mass

of busy neon creatures who don't know

"outside." The ice makes daggers of the grass

and oily puddles into mirrors. Gas

freezes in its lines; my car won't go,

but water here still moves behind the glass.

No piles of valentines, no heart held fast—

just sea stars under lights kept soft and low.

Outside, the ice makes daggers of the grass;

in here, the water moves behind the glass.

— Liz Ahl