Still Waters

placid ripples radiate
out from the stone's wake
plopping into silence

from a nameless toss it came
flying in a moment
failing to break gravity's grasp

descending the abyss
parting waters of primeval ways
stirring the reservoir of rage

what life lies beneath
what longings to be stirred
what hopes become reacquainted
down there

thus we settle on deepest sediment
nests into our new dark home
and something, disturbed, moves
down there