the ripples

isn't it funny

how every l i t t l e

thing can make

a big ripple

we are ponds

you know and

each word can come

like a punch to the gut

or a thread of joy

and isn't it weird that

every person

has s o m e t h i n g

no one has nothing

going on its always

something

there are no

minor

characters

we are all here

and each person

i see

does things

cause they exist

in their own

lives in their

own ponds

and i toss my own

rocks at them

do you see

the ripples