In the park
we surround our pond
as if the numbers
had escaped the clock
and run off
to be whatever they
wanted to be.
You were only
3
standing with a stick
at 12 o' clock.
I formerly 3
now 6 o'c clock.
You shout
& hit the water
just as I hit it
with my stick.
We watched silently
as the ripples race
to each
other talk
embrace
& finally fall
silent.
Us talking
in ripples
'til the light
falls
and we can't see
what we are saying.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-in-ripples-for-helen/
