rippling...

rippling

chipped off

the rock of time

a lone pebble pierces

the soft water of life’s dreams

ripples of hope

spread across the pond

of blurred reality—

ripples bouncing

and dissipating—

curved banks confining

efforts of freedom

in the dying sunlight

of escape

we’ve become

like human truffles

hiding beneath the floor

of mother earth

in the diming twilight

above humanoid jackals

freely roam—

preying at will:

at the crossroads

of change

fading ripples

await the coming freeze.