Ripple

ripple

The surface is silent.
All seems still.
Beneath the glassy surface, unknowns undulate and slide through the unclear waters.
A breath, one whispered word,
Like a blow to the stomach.

The façade has been broken.
Waves and ripples jostle for position, over countless emotions
shock
fear
relief
pain
love
Crashing, rolling, colliding, and subsiding.

Now all is still.
But the glimpse of the unknown remains.
Nothing can return.
The change is imminent, disastrous, beautiful.
The transformation is continual,
But this one word, this one breath,
It remains.

The ripple will always be felt.