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I have been watching a TV show called Touch which, though very fictionalized, does show how our lives are interconnected. We have influence sometimes that we have no idea of. So I thought I would reblog this poem of mine which speaks to that.
I threw a stone into a pond,
and where it sank, neat circles formed and moved and moved
and splashed the shore where my toes met the silver-blue rings
with squishy, muddy hellos.
The rings beyond continued on, much farther than I could see—
past the half-submerged log,
past the mama and daddy loons
with their babies piggy-backed three.
Waves skinnied by a bobbing boat, fishline cutting the wake;
they moved and moved past docks and weeds and minnows feeding,
through channels ever deepening and wide,
and on and on, the concentric current pushed to touch
a stream, a lake, a canal, an ocean,
and a foreign coral shore,
and brushed bare toes with gentle, silver-blue hellos.
Who can know what one little stone can do.
Lilly 5-14-07
Heart stopping. One could loose ones self in this dramatic and beautiful photograph. V.
Thank you! Having that playful girl in red in there was fun!
I’m so glad you reblogged this one! It’s a real winner – great verse and the perfect picture to accompany. Love it!
Thanks. I need to go back to that mountain lake this fall; it is such a pretty little place.