Ripples
Ripples
by Edmund Siejka
In the dim twilight
He searched the lake
Amazed by its size
And strength.
Standing
Motionless
An easterly wind suddenly came up
Gusting across the lake
Pushing ripples toward the shore.
Running his hand over his short-cropped hair
He let his eyes drift
To the grayish horizon
As he did, he felt a sense of anger and frustration
Something about this scene
Seemed odd, even distracting
And yet in a disturbing way he felt somehow grateful for it.
The lake
Was his wife’s favorite place
The brief newspaper article
Announcing her death
Only mentioned complications after a brief illness
But provided little details.
Wasn’t her life more than that?
A wife, a mother, a friend, a good neighbor
Three children
And the only person he confided in.
Feeling guilty
He left the lake area.
Stopping to look back
He imagined she was still out there
Standing by the lake’s edge
Waiting for the wind
To skim across its smooth surface
Pushing ripples toward the shore.
He seemed to think about it for a moment
Then a faint smile crossed his lips
Remembering how she would throw stones
Into the farthest part of the lake
Making each pebble
A wish for her children.
Copyright © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2020
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