tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669 (are we there yet?) kokopelle 2016-11-08T01:18:08Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:678254 2016-11-08T01:18:08Z 2016-11-08T01:18:08Z contemplative public 0 The poem "The Sky" started out with the intent of contemplating how ripples in a pool impact others. The muse took it in another direction, one about the circle of life on earth.<br /><br /><br />The Sky<br /><br />Raindrop in the vast ocean<br />nothing but water to the eye<br />horizons stretched to time and back<br />depths unknown by ground unseen<br />both high and low to the sight<br />sheets of drops fall from the sky<br /><br />so many ripples in response<br />each a perfect circle<br />until they meet another one<br />then the sum is multiplied<br />cross-divided at God's whim<br />across the breadth beneath the sky<br /><br />this imperfect mirror<br />scrying bowl of humanity<br />no longer smooth on the face<br />dimpled yet still perfect<br />longing to show from where we came<br />with the blurred reflection of the sky<br /><br />the angels can only guess<br />why we chose these heights to fall<br />impact jarring as life begins<br />cooperation the quest that fails<br />when the same has suspicion’s mark<br />tears crowd the eyes that watch the sky<br /><br />to which end do droplets go<br />in this welling pool down below?<br />first to mix as separates will<br />willingness mixed with angst<br />then to feel the heat of the sun<br />evaporate, return to the sky.<br /><br />2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20161107.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=678254" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments