RIPPLES






RIPPLES


Sea becalmed, molten glass
mirroring cornflower sky,
evening storm hushed yielding
tideline debris, waxed ribbon weed
garlanding bleached wood bones,
backwash piling curled pebble ridge.

Crouching low in yogic ease,
sea blue eyes scanning shingle,
sifting stones, searching the shore
for the perfect flat skimmer,
fingers curled round smoothed rims,
gauging weight in upturned palm.

Standing crabwise, strong arm arced,
chosen stone flies from practiced hand,
skimming, bouncing on the silken sea,
rings circling at each glancing touch,
rippling outwards, effecting change,
each thoughtful act reverberates.




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