I skip stones across
the surface of your lives
not knowing
what ripples dump you from your boats,
what ripples white-water thrill you,
what ripples touch you
like spider’s thread,
what ripples catch you
like an unseen clothes line,
what ripples choke the last breath
from your lungs,
what ripples fill your day
like wind beneath a kite.
I skip stones
now settled below
where sun ripples dance above
like a fire flickering,
rippling warmth
throughout the night.