Icebound Reflection

A Visual Poem for an Ephemeral Installation

A hundred litres held—

clear silence,

ice block suspended

by a rope’s patient arm

from the darkened beam.

Time listens,

as drip by drop

the block weeps

into a shallow dish

where a mirror catches

each sigh of melting.

In silvered water

Narcissus waits—

face blurred,

thirst unquenched,

a promise dissolving

as the world watches

for the last drop.

An iceberg harnessed,

dreamed for parched lips,

but always

disappearing

before we know

how long

it will last—

ephemeral,

vanishing,

drop

by

drop.