Ripples on the water
Can take us on journey
That is different every time
From a gentle waltz
Crossing a lake
To a sailboat
Making waves
The water caresses
And moves along
Its destination unclear
We fight for control
Bend it to our will
And perhaps
For a moment
It acquiesces
Only for a moment
The water can be angry
Crashing ashore
Sinking our boats
We thought we
Were in control
The hubris
We are not
It moves us
It entertains us
It gives us life
And it takes that life away
Ripples on the water
Gentle and safe
For now
Butterfly Sand 
“We thought we
Were in control
The hubris
We are not”
I wonder when the historians will officially etch that sentiment?
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I think historians only see the truth they like!
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Current ones, yes. Future historians will be scratching their heads and asking “what were they thinking?”
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Lovely my friend!
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Thank you Lea!
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Mais oui chère Pam!
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Bon!
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Your poem took me a long for the ride – Very enjoyable 🙂
PS I prefer quiet ripples to storms any day!:)
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I enjoy quiet but I love a good storm! (from a distance and indoors!)
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Ah yes – I love a storm – when I’m not out on the water! 🙂
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The time honored practice of throwing rocks into the water…the waters of our life. And then wonder why it makes splashes Pam 😀
Well written my friend, I now just have to control that urge 😀
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Thank you my friend. And you don’t want too much control! A little frenzy can be fun.
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