Life’s Memories are Iceberg-shaped
……………………………………..Wikipedia
Our memories are iceberg shaped. We think
The part above the waves is life, but, no,
That’s just the ice susceptible to sink
As memories melt in murkiness below
The present. White, the blinding apex, Now,
Gets in the way of life’s important work,
Which is to float among the deeps and plough
The salty waters of the past and shirk
Off all things cold encountered. Part the dark
In majesty. Impose a strength of weight
And purpose to the task. Divide the shark
Infested sea, shrug off the tides of hate.
..Recall the beauties, loves, and deaths that surged
And resurrect the best that time submerged.