Follow the ripple, a thread but in time, its flow so serene, its presence sublime, swelling and shifting, the smoothness of calm, the lifting of breathing, an unexplained balm…
Listen, its music a clappy and splash, a tickle to hearing, its drift by, a flash…i cannot depart here, my leaving feet stay, a wrapped up engulfing mere words cannot say.
Paula Antonello, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, April 11, 2019.
Image: Rippling by P. Antonello.