Ripples
The water’s
surface stagnates,
still,
as long as I clutch
tight
the cold,
heavy stone.
No ripples
reflect daylight
until
I decide
to let go.
All I have are words.
The water’s
surface stagnates,
still,
as long as I clutch
tight
the cold,
heavy stone.
No ripples
reflect daylight
until
I decide
to let go.