Ripples

A silent drop,
right center in the pond,
begins a reaction,
bothering the pond with its arrival

One swift breeze,
as she passes by,
announces her presence
as her perfume engulfs the dullness.

One swift slap,
across the pink young cheeks,
announces the distant arrival
of disrespect, and rifts

One lustful appetite,
for meat, for luxury,
announces the arrival
of Global warming and death

As we swim through our marshy lives,
battling for recognition.
battling for acceptance.
battling for fame.

We leave ripples,
enormous waves that gush ahead.
Disturbing the fabric,
of nothingness.

We leave ripples
and our decisions make or break,
Lives, visible to us.
Lives, invisible to us.

Yet, we stomp and stamp!
We put ourselves at the helm!
And do not stop once,
for some quiet, peaceful introspection.