Ripples
A single
Seed
Of water plucks
Harp strings;
Liquid flutters
Like blooming kisses
Of bubble music.
Feet feel
Slippery rocks
Beneath;
Smoothed by souls
Before me,
But not so many
To grate them to sand.
Pressure
Like the lumps
In my throat;
Every stone a
Gag in my step
Until I reach
Sand submerged
By dreams left to thaw.
I expand
Into the ripples,
Into the waves,
Started by a single tear.
By Angela Castillo (2019)
