each stone tossed in

Rising up from the inner depths of me
out into clear view,
reflections and thoughts I knew existed
but of only minimal understanding.

You know the right questions
to pull them forward
and persuade me to spend more time
trying to understand
and appreciate.

Though I am a small pond
with gentle flow from the warm breeze,
each stone tossed in
stirs never-ending ripples
until I am nothing
but an ocean, turbulent with waves,
everywhere.