In the park <br />we surround our pond <br /> <br />as if the numbers <br />had escaped the clock <br /> <br />and run off <br />to be whatever they <br /> <br />wanted to be. <br /> <br />You were only <br />3 <br /> <br />standing with a stick <br />at 12 o' clock. <br /> <br />I formerly 3 <br />now 6 o'c clock. <br /> <br />You shout <br />& hit the water <br /> <br />just as I hit it <br />with my stick. <br /> <br />We watched silently <br />as the ripples race <br /> <br />to each <br />other talk <br /> <br />embrace <br />& finally fall <br /> <br />silent. <br /> <br />Us talking <br />in ripples <br /> <br />'til the light <br />falls <br /> <br />and we can't see <br />what we are saying.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-in-ripples-for-helen/
