Poem: “Be That Ripple”

Watch the ocean
so quiet it is
calm and non-existent
placid, I guess it is called

a ripple forms somewhere moving the water
slow and steady
forming the waves
foundations for giant waves crashing into big stones
big, steady and solid mountains

someday the stones are weathered
weary and small
be that ripple
foundation for giant
waves to weather down the ones
who shut you up


Ishwari Rajak (she/her) is originally from Nepal and lives in Minneapolis. She is a chocolatier, teaches cooking classes, and sells aachar (chutney) inspired by Nepali recipes. The poem above is from her book, Screams of a Goddess, available on Amazon.