Treading

The iceberg fell away

from the larger ice mass

and into the cold dark sea.

There was a tremendous splash

as the block dipped below the

water and then bobbed

triumphantly back to the surface.

It was a long time coming for

this iceberg to be born, now free

to roam the seas as it saw fit,

to drift with the currents and

see what was just beyond the

horizons. 

It drifted further out to sea, seeing

the original land mass getting smaller

in the distance while the vastness of

the oceans got wider. It wasn’t long

before the iceberg found itself

alone in the slowly moving current.

The iceberg flowed with the waters to and fro,

its fortunes promised by the wind and tide.

It bobbed and moved through choppy

waters and calm glassy seas. Occasionally

spying a whale or dolphins breaking the

surface to catch their breath, but never to say

hi.

The sun shaped the iceberg over the years

and it became a hard, craggy place where

life could not find purchase. It stayed barren

and adrift in a sea of inconsolable callousness.

Nothing visited, nothing stayed. The iceberg

was too cold and hard and meandering

mindlessly through the rough seas.

A lonely, frozen berg of ice forever

adrift.