Sitting in the boat.. watching all
when a ripple of water, bigger than most happens by.
Where have you been, what have you seen, I ponder thoughtfully,
Across the lake and back again, endlessly traveling.
Up and down, over here and over there…
sometimes even a trip above to fall again,
little rain drops that bounce and collect.
Forming up in a curvy line to became a ripple once more.
Time has no meaning, floating and wandering,
bouncing off boats so large and so small.
Fiberglass and wood and even bark hulls were touched,
with your travels over time , you have seen it all.
At times so big and strong, with a hat of white so frothy and bold,
Then the times, where the gentle lap is the sound you make.
In the setting of day when all is calm,
when you softly kiss a hull or shore.
Dancing around the splash of a paddle,
split by a skier or boat that is dancing.
Forming again as you pass by these,
the unrelenting search for your wandering soul.
What do you seek in this endless travel,
bouncing and backtracking over and over.
The unrelenting search spreading so long and far,
The stories you could tell, the things you have seen.
The endless wisdom that you could share with us,
the secrets you hold so faithful and true.
If you had a wish what could it be?
only one you could have, so with thought I ponder.
What could it be, in the endless search,
what would it want, for the only wish.
I know, I am sure, sitting up straight with a smile,
to sparkle forever in a lake that is clean.
the wandering ripple