Tuesday, May 19, 2020 - The Change



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,

All blending,

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.”


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