The mind is puddles and pools
Puddles that are ecstatic joy
To splash and dance in
Watch the image
Ripple and form
Splash
Ripple and form
Splash
Puddles are the half remembered
Things that settle in the mind
Ripple, form
Easily caught glimpses
Contented things reflected on
Time spent with favourite people and chosen family
In foreign lands and so many domestic destinations
The hugs, the tears
Jokes shared at backyard tables at three AM
Splash, ripple
Form
Every time your heart was overgrown with ideas
So you bravely pruned one, planted and cultivated it
Reaped the joy of having contributed to
Something larger than yourself
Or
Simply brought to the world a little flower of joy
Splash, ripple
Form
That time your new kitten
Decided to discover
The contents of your toilet
While you were pissing
Splash, ripple
Form
Each
Leaving you with
A lingered happy
Long enough
For the image to
Ripple, form
Pools
Can look like puddles
Will ripple
Can look like mirrored glass
Have intensity
And strength
Demand presence
Intrigue the mind
To want to
Splash
Hoping you have forgotten
How long they take to
Form
That there are signs
‘Warning crocodiles’
And recklessly splash
They will drown you
In remembering
Break ups that are permanent wounds
Sores you tried to heal by pouring vinegar on
Because feeling enough pain might bring them back
But eventually just festered deep and dark
Infecting other things
And all abuses suffered
When escape was not an option
Or before the clarity of realisation that this
Was not normal
Every
Single
Time
A Voldermort, Vader or Killgrave
Made you feel
Small
Terrified
Lost
Helpless
Dead
I am puddles and pools
Always jumping
Ripple, splash, form
I seek puddles year round
Though in time have learnt there is a season
To swim the deeper pools
When the sun is low, the reptiles lazy
Colour skims hopeful first light
A gentle dive
Splash
That barely breaks the surface
Ripple
I snatch a lesson
From amongst the cloying reeds
And return
To my puddles and their rapid
Splash
Ripple
I take a new form.
Kulture Kid Digest 