Poem: A time my world changed

Version 2
"a time my world changed"

In(significant)

Simple and glistening
it waits patiently in solitude:
a drop.
Almost too small for the naked eye.
Unnoticed
and unseen
by the hustling, bustling black ants
all scurrying about like some downsized group
of soccer moms.

The drop slips downward
into a pond
dappled with spots of sunlight, making only
meager ripples at first
brushing against the silky skin of a nearby frog
but then,
growing bigger
and wider- more wave like
spreads to stroke
the farthest tip of the pond.

A bushy squirrel is startled and
jumps
at the disturbance that
ricocheted,
crashing against the silence.
In turn it surprises a duck
resting in a jungle of overgrown cattails that
takes off
rising
higher and higher into a seemingly
endless
rush of
brilliant
blue.

It lasts for only a moment-
A mere second
lost
within years of time.
And yet it echoes, reverberates across a universe.
Just a drop.
Just a pond.
Just a drop in the bucket filled with insignificance?