Iceberg

The saddest part was the drifting; 

So painlessly slow

That we didn’t realize the damage

The long and irrevocable scar

That scraped the land called us. 

Then one winter

The melt came on without much warning.

A warmer than usual season,

That changed everything. 

The hulking mass, that had been sitting

Well, sitting at a slug-speed slide,

Started melting,

And as it melted

Started picking up speed - 

So fast and determined to go

That we had no more control 

Over the course it took, 

But had to brace our bodies 

To be carved out

Made anew by this force 

Called time.