Poetry

Ripple effect

Now the leaves that line the edges of the lake
are curling brown and falling hair from cancer scalps
solitary dog walkers with downcast heads concentrating
faces caught and found inside thinking
submerged ducks with tails pointing skywards
despite those icy depths that gloat like hindsight

this acoustic silence throws laughter across in bridges
makes writing a solitude of white pages leaking
in the weak yawn of stretching sunshine
makes these black lines unintelligible
without stillness and odourless damp air

now, I come to remember and to lose thoughts among fading colour
this indifference of yellow and brown, falling and fallen

now, there are ripples in other lakes that recall and reminisce
as numerous and hidden as the life inside this movement
other memories pooling outwards in rings and intersection
flowing always outwards, moving only forwards

now, other bodies can sit and smile into new eyes, seeing 

Anastasia Van Spyk