Widening

Sometimes I dream myself as dead
And kneeling at the shore of Time
I skim pebbles from the edge
Delight the ripples I can cause
Believe that I have left my mark
In endless circling circles circle

Muted sound of accidental opus
Make waves through your world
The pluck of pebbles float
Disrupt the hairs along your spine
You might wonder if they’re mine and I might
Say yes but I’ve forgotten how
To reach for life below the surface