Ripples

You have landed

in your own pond

sending out rings

your circles overlapping those of

other rocks who have taken the plunge.

I cannot see the ripples

you will make in others’ lives.

Yet, I know they exist. As I have

felt your wholeness in our embrace.

I see you time and again, resurfacing.

The shine in your eyes,

never to be the same

only brighter.

When you’re begging for peace …

Head down, back bent,

climbing back into yourself

fear perspiring on your forehead.

Looks like you could use a lift.

Travel forward with me

I will steer for awhile.

You can coast.

I will pedal out the questions.

You can consider answers.

Life can be different

on a bicycle built for two.