One Pebble

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

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