Ripples

There are some who rise high and fall fast, and there are some who slip under the radar.

These stones we throw
Fall heavy and hard
A huge, spontaneous hype
Creating waves, disturbances
That we watch until they are
Gone
Dew past noon;
There and then not
The shape of a cloud
Evanescent
Barely a breach in the fabric of the world
Those huge slabs of granite
Splash big and sink fast
While the little pebbles
Skim the top