Étude for a green poet

Étude for a green poet

The splash was what it was all about. How a frog becomes more than some green token of spring, how a pond becomes more than a pool of water. When he jumped he sent ripples across the thoughts of sleeping masses. They woke to the sound of shimmer.

One small leap. One short jump. So many centuries ago but never forgotten. Those ripples are now just reaching this shore. Who will listen. Who will heed their wisdom: take a jump, make a ripple, become one with the immortal pond till it laps distant shores.

© Kåre Enga

Edited from: "4 Études written in November "