balderdash | poetry

BLOCK OF ICE

crouching over a block of ice
for minutes, hours, days, months
what is it that you're doing?
what is it that you're making?
too many questions inside this hollow mind of mine.

crouching over a block of ice
for minutes, hours, days, months
isn't it cold? doesn't it hurt?
i'm curious, will you let me see?
am i too loud or are you just deaf?

crouching over a block of ice
for minutes, hours, days, months
do you like it that much?
do you find comfort in the cold?
gods, i have so many questions left unanswered.

crouching over a block of ice
for minutes, hours, days, months.
you're finally done, you finally stood up.
oh, have you been sculpting ice?
ah, it's too much for me.

i see now.
you've found a way to make do with this cold heart of mine.
how brilliant.
how magnificent.

you're too beautiful.