Poetry / Ripple

Color ripples across the wall

Gently etching fractured sunlight in quick succession,

Lending movement to a flat space

In the stillness of your imagination your past selves wander,

Whiling away the hours in silence 

Waiting for you to wake up, they pile up

Flimsily stacked masterpieces

Rough sketches on canvas stretched too thin

Abandoned for another time

In another universe

Where you stopped and found

You were finally content