It Ripples

The shade is deep here, like

a pond in the wild, so

cold. So clear. You

only step in up

to your ankles, but

it touches your soul, the

shivers making your hair stand

on end, the ache reaching

your bones in an instant. Now

you are one with the

water, the ebb and flow like

your ragged breathing. It laps against

the muddy shore, the birds

stop singing, the whole

forest stands still. Just a

moment, nothing more, yet

it ripples.