iceberg

The core of the iceberg is solid and ancient and the edges glow blue and irregular but one day this proud immensity obscures the future and swallows its surroundings and the sky is polluted brown and the waves are indigo black only the wood that creaks is warm and movement lives inside a billowing wind and it is mid afternoon ample time for steering hands at the helm and what of that hollow construction is its intention afloat hapless or with confidence and does it hold a mind to measure and the eyes to see