The stone falls in the water,
and sinks to the dark and murky
mud that hides its presence
from the world, and its falling
is but a memory in the minds
of those creatures who saw it fall
but then never gave it another
thought about what it fell for.
But up above the mud and
the still surface of the primal wet
the ripples go on and on and on,
across the water, across the expanse,
across the seas with all their
turbulence and eternity,
to the shore on the other side,
where the slight disturbance
in the revolution, ocean deep,
becomes a moment in the earth’s course.
23/11/2017