Into the water.
Still, the ripples
The ripples extend
As the stone sinks.
I wait at the shoreline
Until the water
Rests into a reflection
Of clouds, sky, clouds,
Until the water sleeps before me.
Until the water reflects
My body standing by the
Water, in silence.
An occasional breeze
Shimmers the surface,
But the deep is still
The deep is calm.
The stone is on the bottom
Together with the other stones
Anonymous, settled at the bottom
As though it has always been
There.
And yet quivering vibrations of
Unseen molecules within
This anonymous stone
All remember the picking up,
The being held, the moment
Of decision, the being hurled
Into the centre of these
Deep waters.
Rain, wind, snow, rivers, hail
And the water receives it all.
Evaporates a tranquil acceptance.
And after every storm,
The quiet, quietness.
J Graser
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