Icebergs, refracting blues and greens
as if gigantic gemstones,
and the deep massy ever moving ocean
made of the same substance
but separate entities
each enigmatic, inscrutable.
Icebergs lie in wait for unsuspecting ships,
their increased calving into the ocean
augur the doom of Antarctic ice sheets
and so of coastal cities and those within.
Yet their ice is open to light
sparking endless variations in it’s aspect,
while ocean depths are veiled by waves and opacity.
Differences simply born of lack of heat,
each is part of our blue planets girdling seas
as are we, in all our different complexities.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond