Iceberg

Here's a poem from my 2007 book  Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky:

Iceberg

 

An iceberg holds secrets

that nobody knows

but the dead whose ships

have encountered

those frozen mountains

in the sea.

 

Surely the mouse knows,

with her folded brown body,

who's wintered with her

small cocoa children

in plastic flowerpots

stacked in the garden shed

stuffed with soft

shredded lawn and leaf bags....

surely her closet-like

palace by the garden in the woods

appears like a corrugated

iceberg to the grass

which slants like waves

around its edge.