The Ripple

The Ripple

 

I saw the ripple on the plundering river

It broke the calmness of the still water.

In it the branches flowed without control

As if, the tree lived its days without a soul.

 

If only the gravel could keep me up

The tears would then come to a stop.

If I am pulled into the rippling current,

Will I be rescued by each strength I spend?

 

The ripple flowed into eternity

Taking a piece of my solemnity.

My feet dugged itself in the mud

Shielding my legs from being dragged.

 

~ author, Jiselle Esparza