august 1 13

We are icebergs.

So little seen.

Vast and majestic beneath the surface.

We bump and collide

surprised by the invisible bulk

of secret selves

revealed.

I take comfort

in my eyes’ deception.

There is more to you,

and that is the adventure.

Misinterpretations end

beneath the skin.

We are all the same

in the dark.