Ripples in the Pond

Started on Monday, bright and keen,
Wrestling numbers, a puzzle unseen.
Redemption reports, figures to mend —
Then the phone rang, and that was the end.

The voice was calm, the message stark,
A sudden eclipse, a fading spark.
From steady ground to shifting sand,
Dreams dissolve like ink in hand.

A rock hurled hard into my day,
Splashing certainty away.
Ripples spread — first wild, then weak,
Each wave a feeling I cannot speak.

Grief, then anger, disbelief,
Fear, acceptance, strange relief.
Old memories stir — I’ve walked this shore,
Packed my desk, closed this door before.

Town-bound errands blur my sight,
Lost my phone — brief panic, fright.
Then my daughter, steady, kind,
Helps untangle the cluttered mind.

Letters answered, dust set free,
I find a version of myself in me.
And like the cheese that once was there,
I learn again to breathe new air.

The world still moves, and so must I,
Through rippled pond and open sky.
For every rock that breaks the calm,
Time returns with gentle balm.

see also:  https://github.com/cbucket/poems.git