Ripples

Ripples

I remember sitting with you on the edge of the dock. I remember tossing in pebbles, one by one, the immensity of their moments building and building, melding together like a symphony. Each trace extending to infinity, forever, always to be felt. Just like our footsteps and their echoes; I can still sense them now, reverberating out into the universe from the antipodes of time. I can still remember it, carved into my mind like great canyons, once ripe with energy and all that is left now is the fossil, the silhouette of what once was. I trace it with my fingertips, and if I close my eyes hard enough, I can still sense the sillage of your hair as it rides the breeze to meet me.

Eric James McDermott