Connecting Dots

poetry fiction

Calypso

July 1, 2025 • 1 min read

drip. drip. drip. ripples in the water

my frozen beat, thawed

from where you come, to ripple my peace? / one. two. three. a picture. a laugh. a smile.

echo across my sea

how long will you stay, how many ripples will you make? / pat. pat. pat. sing me to sleep

become my peace

do I dare to dream, of a river withheld? / . . . broken peace brought me ease

but a ripple needs a still, so I freeze once again

for when a river thaws my beat.