Icebergs & snowflakes

We are all old now
Or naively young

I turned the word
You gave
Like clay, separated
To nebulous parts
 Not quite rejoined again
Stretched, affixed, addended 
Made to serve the hollow shape
Of as yet undetermined meanings

Under the microscope 
Tears of anger, tears of grief
Tears of your everyday failures
Are as unalike as snowflakes

Melting in the caveats of your face

The ice shelf calves
The beast on unsteady feet 
Circumambulating a subpolar current

As if an isthmus masked
In cruciform Pierrot markings

A tedium’s dissolve
Slap away the proffered hand

Topsy-turvy islands
Far from reach
Image adapted from; Wilson Bentley and William Humphreys’ Snow Crystals (New York: McGraw-Hill, 1931).