Whirlwinds, whirlpools,
whirl me, no blackholes,
just the pulls and pushes
of the world;
when will I be able again
to simply be
still?
My soul needs the refuge
of trickles,
the focus on the ridges
of ripples.
Throw me not around;
throw a pebble
to the pond
for my gaze to sail upon
to where the circle runs
out…
Just give me a moment
and I’ll give you again
all of me,
all of my
love.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 