Hidden deep

While brothers and sisters were engaged

in a turf war on a global scale

A cold front, hardened, caught adrift

Floats away without mainsail

 

The emptiness perturbed them

As far as the eye could see

But watchful for horizon

Warmer shores come expectantly

 

But, little do they know how

a hot sea current can act

Upon their frozen precipice

They have escaped the simple fact

 

For underneath the narrow tip

the sea sick clambering, cling

A hull full of dangerous cargo

in the underbelly bring

 

All baggage, loot and baffles-full

of stowaways, bilge and gas

No room for living passengers

Just a burly lump of mass

 

The lot on top think handsomely

of their talent at nautical stuff

But from Captain down to Seamen

They’re playing blind man’s bluff

 

While many heard their tale

of floating like sea birds

Many passing ships do fear

The invisible iceberg.

Iceberg

 

Current

river stonesSwamped by rapids and torrents

sweeping debris downstream

eroding every sandbank

every creature’s home of dreams

pulling on weeds and reeds

that populate the banks

irrigating flood lands

without a word of thanks

Such forces here faced

buried deep in to bedrock

a boulder immersed in waters deep

clear water for the flock

The gushing noise it causes

could illuminate our fears

But rather not still water

growing tepid over years

Such solid rock is moulded

constant force of river wide

smooths out all imperfections

buffs the surface to a shine

no watershed moment could

make a boulder weak

one so vast and solid

made from mountains’ peak

————————————–Photo by Beverly Nguyen