Poetry

Drop

Am I an iceberg?

Icebergs are hidden.

Submerged.

Trapped.

An iceberg holds

Thoughts of time,

through things it's told.

An iceberg is studied.

What's under its skin?

What does it think?

Why doesn't it sink?

An iceberg is drifting on

Waiting for freedom

Like the birds it sees.

When it melts,

Drip.

It's slow,

Drip.

But steady.

Drip.

Soon to be free.

Drop.

Flowing in fresh clear water.

I am an iceberg.

But one day,

I'll be a drop.