Skipping Stones
The immersive and transformative nature of love
Published in
Aug 9, 2021
Ground arcs away,
tumbles into treacherous sky as
water rushes up to catch me.
slap
slap
splunk!
Is this not love?
To be hurled into
whistling space, plundered
by a wet embrace till
I am the ripples lapping
at the land,
encircling a stone
sunk in the sand?
