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 realize

The indisputable reflection, confirming I have arrived!