Ripples

 

I see time and space
as a black lake and us
as islands floating in the deep.
I see that things happen to us
and those events cause ripples
in the water surrounding us.
I see that humanity and nature
together create ripples that are ever
colliding, joining, and cancelling.
I see that the shores of our lake
reflect large ripples back at us
and so past events remain present.
I see events so large they cause
ripples that become waves.
The more those things happen
the stormier our waters become
and the longer it takes to be still again.
I look at my People and see
the storms we've had to endure
and that the ripples from those storms
are still strong enough to flood
and wash away our tiny islands.
I see myself in that water
and recognize the past is still
trying to wash away my shores

as I try to build them up.
I see then that my failure to do so
is not always for my lack of trying.
I see also that the consequences
of my actions are very real and
that they affect those around me

and even those to come.
So I choose to still the storm around me and
to build the resiliency of my small island.
I hope my People can do this as the ripples
from the storms we endured and endure
become smaller, and our islands larger.

I hope we can bridge the waters and 

individual islands become continents. 
I pray for those whose islands
were washed away in past storms

and for those who are drowning today.
I carry on, for their sacrifice demands it.



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arqios's picture

So true about islands and

So true about islands and their vulnerabilities and close circuit ecosystems and such.


here is poetry that doesn't always conform

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