Ripples

“A stone thrown at my reflection created something I was secretly hoping

I am not dead anymore, blur maybe

Standing firmly, still moving

Warmly floating on the sheet so crisp

Surreal calmness in the disturbing ripples

My heart is still beating, a revelation, literally

Camaraderie with the sky and the breeze still in their infancy

A sudden urge to touch the fathom and zenith at the same time

Difference between the fins and the feathers disappearing

Dreams and aspirations awaken which were once hibernating

Salty water trickling with the fountain that’s chuckling

I am alive, moving my fingers to realise

The indisputable reflection, confirming I have arrived!!!! “