Random Poems

The ripple effect

I heard a sound coming from the bathroom,
The sound of a single drop of water hitting the surface of a half full pail,
It was as quiet as a church mouse,
Somehow, I heard it, it was a lonely and quiet night, I suppose.
I went to the bathroom,
It was indeed that broken tap,
The one that always drips a couple times,
I looked inside the pail,
I saw the water ripples everytime a new drop joined in.
Such a little drop can make the whole surface move.
How peculiar, I thought.
It really is how life works,
The smallest gestures can go so far.
The impact is astonishing.
At last, I found myself staring at the ceiling of my bed again.
I stared until rays of blue hits the side of my complexion.