…that sets the ripple
You are the stone
that sets the ripple
racing wildly over all
the point of impact
a mere beginning
shattering the calm
the glassy surface
disrupting all
reflected in the pool
that is my whole existence
the picture perfect
indiscernible facade
to view it from afar
is to see
a transient glimpse
a moment
holding on in time
at risk
of sudden breach
a fragile model
of reality
thrown into disarray
the moment
the very second
you wade within
dip a toe
trail a finger
at the edges
the shock waves
rolling out
sliding silken
shore to shore
the water colours
melting
distorting
with the blow
what was clear
crystal
is a wreck
unrecognisable
in the frame
obscuring the postcard
so familiar
in its place
turmoil
then
as you settle in
become a part
of the terrain
the mirror settles
clears
relaxes
gradually
the picture reappears
you are within
reflected
in the old design
© Ann Bagnall
