Ed Ellsworth

SPLASH

I took a stone and tossed it high
It rose through a crisp light filled sky,
Against strong winds resist it would
Soar to heights, it knew it could

When loss of speed impedes ascent
Deep waters it falls, lost to all intent
The force of impact erupts a splash,
Ripples born – with time would pass.

It’s not the stone speed or size
Nor how precious the worldly prize
For the immensity of water displaced
Water covers, with quiet grace.

Quietly sinking into the deepest blue
Bemused the reference to how it flew
Only possession there was left to own
Individual is the flight of the stone.