A rain drop fell made a ripple in my still water. I light my cigarette and take my first drag. It clears my mind. I exhale. It relaxes my body. The smoke is like a bird as it travels into the air. But notice it creates no ripple in my still water. My pebble tossed created a ripple. How the circular pattern made me dizzy. It wanted to, I know it did, I could see it in the darkness of it's color. The ripple wanted me, wanted me, wanted me... To capture me, and pull me. Pull me in. Deeper and deeper into it's hole till there is no more. No more ripple in my still water.
I enjoyed this offering greatly...thank you for sharing. It strikes me a still-blue poem...niether up nor down. I have sat on a placid lake and put myself on idle....just musing about nothing...in the rush of my job I long for those times. Thanx for reminding me again of where I really want to be.
Thank God for vacations, even if only for the mind.