a pebble dreams of falling
sinking slowly into sleep
ripples spread in silence above
A warm lazy afternoon … cooler in the shade by the water. A stone thrown into a pond. You hear the ‘plop’ … a quick, fluid sound. You look and see the ripples radiating. Think of the pebble then … as it drifts down to the bottom … turning perhaps … a little sideways drift but a certain destination. The air brought down with it bubbles away leaving a sunlit trail of sparkle as it nestles on the bottom amongst a myriad others. While above the ripples spread.