RIPPLE

RIPPLE

something living
in the heart
of a stone
or ar least we
might say
can’t rule it out

something to be sure
in there

waiting
to live, come to life
for a very long time

from time to time
almost a thought hosted
almost a moment
of birth
of stone consciouness
wondering its world
thinking
for itself

throw selfsame stone
that it skims the surface
of the lake
splash of wet stone
as stone and
water
create fresh parabolas leaving lovely patterns

ripples
within ripples

and
at that very moment

whatever joy you
share with the stone
ripples in you
ripples
in you

do not tell me you do
not
sense the feeling

you would not
want to swear to this
would you?