Yes

You set out to sea in shiny new armor
braving the waves and keeping your eyes
well on the other shore.
And there was this iceberg one day.
Yes, it was.
It could have been any one of them
that you've been careful enough to steer past in the past.
All the same salty ice.
But here now was this one coming to meet you.
Coming ahead to lovingly greet you.
You already knew.

You're all alone now, you and the old mountain of ice.
The thunderous silence underscores
each short rhythmical splash, each muted creaking of twisted metal.
The hard surfaces reflect off of each other and wait.
In the intimacy of endless space,
you have a choice to be driven to embrace one another.

Do you sound an alarm, create a commotion, call all hands to a brave rescue mission?
You may then one day be allowed to report the tally of how many lives had been saved.

Or do you now hang around for a while,
just a while,
just as long as it takes for you to start coming apart at the seams
and you and it both, from embracing each other,
dissolve with mere gratitude into the waves?

The sooner you fail, it's complete.

And in that, you remember:
oh, is this what he meant about meeting your fate
on the road that you took to avoid it.
As funny as that.