Fire Lizards and Ice Worms

Algerian sand racers
Cleanse themselves of parasites
If wildfires are hot enough.

Glacier ice worms, inch-long, black,
Emerge fat in blinding white
Snowy alpine summer light

After dark-enough winters,
Meters deep in moving ice.
No one knows how they grew fat,

How or when they reproduced,
Exactly what they lived on,
How they evolved for the ice.

Burn certain species away.
Scour mountainsides of the bones
Of a million years of rime,

Something will find arrangements
Suitable, compossible,
Given rhythmic-enough time.

The cosmos rings its changes,
Missing nothing possible,
And life’s whatever lives try.