Ripples

what i do always creates ripples
sometimes we forget about this
when a butterfly's wing is broken
it too creates a ripple in the wind

when a mouse is trapped
the chickens have reasons to be restless
when a dog cannot howl at night
the moon becomes wary about it

when i gaze and throw nothing but silence
you may not believe it but the world trembles
when the world starts to slow down
it soon follows that mosquitoes get frozen

things and people and event are always interconnected
like ripples of the pond like dimples on the cheek of the battered woman
one cannot fathom this
because there is not much pain yet

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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