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Like A Drop Of Wonder


What about the frothy water,
churning molecules from mostly murky depths,
makes even landlocked hearts flutter?

Is it the broad horizon, stretched into white,
broken only by the slick backs of mammals
grown huge and perfect in a world
even man has not yet conquered?

Or is it the promise of something
undiscovered, a final country so vast
that even what tickles our bare toes
as they wiggle in the uncountable
are drops of salty knowing that will
come and go a thousand times
before we pass into the realm of no more?

This world where balance equals motion,
where survival means wind shifting,
belies the challenge of land living,
makes us feel our smallness and face
our own knobby knees.

Even if the cool wind touches
our salty skin like a whisper,
even when the silence thunders
like the voice of God.

Ramona Levacy
April 2, 2013



I am a 40-something Texan with a feisty cat and a supportive husband of 20 years. With a Master's degree in English with an emphasis on creative writing, I have taught creative writing at Texas Tech, won awards for my writing and been blessed to be mentored by Horn Professor and poet Dr. Walt McDonald. I earn a living by helping my husband's family run a health food store, but my avocation is writing. I hope you enjoy reading about some of my triumphs and tragedies as I continue to work on figuring out what life is all about and on growing my ability to share my writing. May your own journey be a blessed one.

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