POEM - The Mountains are Sweet and Creamy Today

These are green mountains

Flecked with angular black stones

Piled in high rounded peaks

Chilly and smooth

They sit motionless

As mountains often do

But there are other forces at work

As slowly

            Ever so slowly

The slopes begin to sag

Green rivulets form

And run headlong to hidden alcoves

Only to fill up the empty spaces

Until the green mountains devolve

Into a black flecked

            Mint green

                        Mudslide

I should have eaten this long ago

When the creamy goodness

Still gave resistance

When I stuck my spoon in just so

Now the spoon is unnecessary

As I heft the white porcelain bowl

And drip the mint chocolate chip slurry

Dejectedly down my distracted gullet

Once upon a time

I was a diligent ice cream eater

Able to construct the perfect bowl

Then dismantle it

Quickly and precisely

Before the melt became pervasive

Even when I intentionally softened

As is required in some situations

Like sprinkling Ovaltine on vanilla

You have to mix it in

So that each spoonful

Is the perfect blend

Of crunchy chocolate powder

And creamy frozen confection

But it is still a hearty spoonful

Not this drippy mess before me

So I sip on

Not entirely upset

It is in the end still a delicious treat

But lessons were learned

About timing and priorities

And I know that I must demand

During all future distributions

That the world must stop

Just for a few sweet moments

So that ice cream can be enjoyed

And bliss can be found