Mountain of the Waters
a lone mountain of the waters,
whose drift exists, but is ever so slight.
your beauty is that which is hidden
captivating, fascinating, alluring
your reflection of the sun, blinding.
for centuries it has been a dream
to control you
to destroy you
to steer you.
your tenacity resists.
your power, awe-inspiring.
as captain of my ship, i seek to sail around you, to
steer away
but your hidden beauty draws me near.
it beckons me. it tempts me.
the danger of free floating icebergs is known
flipping without warning
so i watch for the bird
who has sought temporary refuge in you
who has built its home upon you
its sense of balance acute,
feels a slight shift in mass
and sets aflight
before you roll again,
in self discovery
and development.
flying away,
a recurring cry resonates the wind:
"i fly away, but watch you from a distance,
your rolls, your somersaults, your cartwheels
add new dimensions to your beauty.
when you come up for air once more, i shall return.
i'll build my home again.
i know it will be temporary,
but i seek no permanence.
i come for lessons to learn,
and lessons to teach.
share the secrets of the waters,
whilst i share those of the skies."
© Nadia Saif.

