Ice Water

In the dark,
her words are drained
"We're drifting apart...
.... you don't even..."

He feels the weight of her speech
knows he should be fixing
even now he neglects her
exploring her metaphor:

What if
when we die
we're like icebergs finally melted away

Apparently,
the space is empty
just memories...
but discerning folk know:

What came before,
remains all around
broken down
slushing 'round and 'round
interconnected parts
of the amorphous,
ever ready
to transform,
again and again
never remembering

Always wondering
what comes next?

Cry later

Dear god

What makes me
make them laugh
pins me down

in this strange place
in my dark soul
finally I see
the joke's
on me.

The ways of life

The majority paddle
heart content

to float
leisurely on the surface.

Few dive deep
for the treasure.

some struggle against the current
some lose themselves in it.
some drown.

some climb out.

Arrogance is old as the river.
Snapping and splashing,
the afflicted believe their stroke
alone is acceptable.

Caught up,
they claw and scratch
and won't be satisfied
till everybody swims
just like them.