The Shape Of Its Ripples

Macro photo of sunlight on moving water swirling over brown and golden rocks, the shore itself changing the water, rearranging the shape of its ripples.funny how
the direction of water,
the shape of its ripples,

depends on the
shore that they touch

thoughts
words
butterflies

my intentions
ripple beyond
my own shore

soft
smooth
fueled with love

insistently
crossing the ether
to discover your shore

what is the shape
they find there?

how does it
change them?

are there smooth bays
ready to receive
whose gentle curves
lull the ripples to rest?

or scars jutting angrily
towards the world
slicing sharp new angles
swirling chaos from their calm?

I puzzle at
how these strange
deflections
still surprise me

and wonder
where my own sharp edges
rearrange
your beautiful
intentions

We can’t know all of the shores we have touched, yet we are changed by them, nonetheless.

Have I touched your shore? Whose shore have you touched? Whose shore has changed you?

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