the consequences of our actions cause ripples in a cosmic sea
reverberating further than our eye can see
they echo in the myriad corridors of eternity
and find fertile hunting grounds in diversity
they spawn revolutions and bring prosperity
sometimes they point out things inadvertently
as you watch helplessly
as the ripples spread out mysteriously
entwined with your fate in history
When Harold saw the thing slithering out from beneath his bed he felt both vindicated and horrified.
His parents wouldn’t listen to him the first time he became aware of it’s presence. That’s why he wasn’t on the bed tonight and hiding behind his chest of drawers with a baseball bat.
When the thing slithered on top of his bed and wound itself around his pillow, he rushed out and smashed it into a bloody pulp!
The next morning.
“Have you seen a boa constrictor around?” his mother asked. “Billy next door said his pet boa escaped.”
“No,” he lied.