There’s something happening.
A sparkle in the twilight.
A shimmer on the horizon.
Sometimes,
change comes in,
and we don’t even notice it.
It grows across us,
like moss on a tree,
or creeps up our beaches,
like a grey tide.
Sometimes,
yeah,
sometimes
change comes,
like a fist to the face.
Swift.
Immediate.
Permanent.
It catches us off guard;
even our most vigilant sentinels,
and it’s all over.
That’s the way it is, now.
I’m not sure
what this new thing is.
Is it a slow roll,
or is it an immovable object?
All I know for sure,
is something is happening.
Something big.
HG – 2020
