Tsunami

He hurled his words
Upon the waters,
And watched
As they landed
Like pebbles
In a pond,
With barely a splash
And a few ripples
The sole consequence
Of his efforts.
He might as well
Not have spoken
For all the difference
His speech made.
He wanted to be heard,
But even more than that,
He wanted to be
Remembered.
He needed his words
To have impact.
What he secretly craved
Was that
Even his faintest whisper
Might amplify
Into a tsunami
On the other side.