as I watched the ripples
fold in from all sides,
creasing the blue
and the rolling green,
my drifting eyes
slowed to a stop
where every line
drawn out
held worlds at war,
clinging to the shores
of certainty;
and somewhere there
between the creases
and folds
and the shifting canvas
of unexplored worlds,
I sank into peace.
fold in from all sides,
creasing the blue
and the rolling green,
my drifting eyes
slowed to a stop
where every line
drawn out
held worlds at war,
clinging to the shores
of certainty;
and somewhere there
between the creases
and folds
and the shifting canvas
of unexplored worlds,
I sank into peace.