stone's throw

I am milk
mild
meek ass
wild
bold
brass consequence!
(Presumption of)
all I can see
my way clear to: 
my part - and free
the force
of its
brute bucking thrash 
and quash! 

By which 
the world grows
round the more of what
I could not see - not possibly!
Or know conceivably - the more 
each missing part of mine 
I stoop to find and own: 

The deeper in 
and farther out
a ripple splash 
can crest to waves. 
From pebble toss 
to skipping stone, 
to boulder sunk 
to thunk displayed 
in sea-changed home.
Tucked safe and warm
in algae blanket, coral bed: 
and kissed g'night by social
morays swarming by, 
as is their norm.