Rippled Thoughts

Gentle breeze blowing thru my mind

A trickle that tickles all my insides

The thoughts of hope sail in the kind

Of love that is

But a drop to begin

And eventually

No matter the effort

Those protective dikes give

A rushing flood washes in

Clean waters of glacial depths

Left calm with a feather

Floating along

Tickling the top

Rippling my thoughts

~

DBrown Fisher

© July 1989