circles of love

ripples
form and begin
in the closeness
of that first step,
not the one
near the edge,
or somewhere between,

but the one close in,
where the skin
of a pool,
is stabbed
and met
with a fight,
a giving in,

where hearts
close in
on love,
leaving their home,
to find other homes
in places
they'd never left,

circles of love
growing, and
reminding us
of all our homes,
always starting
from the one
close in.


And here's a dear dear friend's reading of this poem, which she sent as a gift to me, and now to the world.....

Circles of love - read by Irina Latis