When raindrops splash into a puddle, they
give birth to circles, spreading from each splash,
the ripples that expand then fade away,
replaced by more when clouds have in their stash
more pregnant droplets which give birth as well
to ripple populations in the water,
concentric multitudes that gently swell,
each ripple then a droplet’s sun or daughter.
And as I walk past droplet families
and watch the children ripples spread and fade,
it seems to me our lives are much like these;
we make a splash and from the splash we’ve made,
in spans that, cosmically, are fleeting too,
we touch like intersecting ripples do.


Mario A. Pita

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