I’m not an instant reactor
I’m a brooder, a ponderer
Some things deserve only instant expression
Like ripples breaking the surface and vanishing in minutes
They die out with the wind
But undercurrents
Stirring within
Churn and pound
Quietly, rhythmically, powerfully
And build up to release
A tsunami is just a gigantic ripple after all.
And it is funny to note that sometimes the little pricks, the little ripples open the gates and become the tsunami
beautiful last line…and one wonders on what distant shore the spreading ripple/impulse ends…
It’s the little waves that build up to the big ones and those are the ones that change the world.
ever let yourself be carried away by the tsunami…no resistance?
You are tagged!
@ Auzzierocks: Yes, once. I think that must have been love. Or overpowering lust at least.
smithy: as pickwick would say: ‘bea-you-tee!’