The Ripples

The moon cast down blue light
Upon me.
I felt the intake of air
Fill me once more
The sound of ripples
Of water being licked by the lambent orb bright in the black sky
The wind’s caress
We sat there
Still
Thinking and feeling
Each next breath
Limestone beneath our bodies
An echo held my gaze
Like a shiver down my spine.
A peace.
A rather ache of a feeling.
I turned to him
Seeking the whites of his eyes amongst the raven heavens
His blond hair lit on top by the moon
”I don’t know that I want to have children”
”That’s exactly why we should » he said to the water.”
”I’m scared to have children. This world might chew them up and I can’t protect them.”
Egrets drug their toes across the lake in the distance
Disrupting the ripples
A vision of serenity and grace
Their long neck’s elegant shadows
Their wings batting down the gale
He turned to me
And grasped my hands
Bony and callused
They enveloped mine.
”That’s exactly why we should have kids, because the world is going to shit and it needs and will always need the right kinds of people to help straighten it out and hold onto humanity a little longer.”
Something aligned in me as he spoke.
The timber of his voice felt like a balm to my chill
We sat perched on earth
Feeling deep breaths
Fear and abiding hope
And a sliver of something like peace.