You accuse me of being an iceberg.
An emotional iceberg.
Ha! If I’m an iceberg,
I am fresh and independent
Broken away from the stagnant ice.
You have pushed me away from the
ancient glacier that cannot be sustained.
I choose to float on the sea.
Stop sending ships after me.
Stop being surprised that there is
More beneath the surface
That you never saw.
Only the explorers capable of reaching
have seen these parts
But you . . .
You accuse me of being an iceberg
I touch everything that comes
I tear into the depth of everything
in my path.
Only the well built will survive
You are a puddle.
I only touch you when I can’t avoid you.
and I avoid you at a distance.
You show all of yourself right away.
I see your entirety instantly.
You can only reflect the surface
of other things,
even when they pass through
But I can see through you.
have never seen