I started a poem yesterday and finished it this morning.
The Change – from Mother Earth
A cascade of thoughts drops into a tiny shot glass,
With the silent release of a bungee cord,
Face pressed up against the glass,
A yearning for another life.
A quiet rolling thunder brings rain,
With drops, random with purpose,
Stirring the quake within.
Let the water soften the jagged edges,
Welcome the muck, with a stickiness, a restlessness,
Dance and twirl in the night,
With a wisdom of a thousand lifetimes.
No lasting peace,
No comfort in growth,
A warm whisper,
“Change takes time.”