In the air
and the airing out,
you can feel the change.
Know it,
and its simple ways,
irresistible
as tide and torrent.
.
You were standing in the rain,
under the light of a lonely lamp,
and I wondered briefly
if you knew what was coming;
and then it hit you,
like a speeding train.
You never stood a chance.
.
We all know
we have a chance to look
up from our obsessions;
plastic portals into oblivion,
but we rather see the world
the way we want it to be,
even when our ideas aren’t our own,
even when it’s so destructive.
.
And then there’s the wave,
and the tide,
and the torrent.
Change is always coming soon.
You can look up
in time
to embrace it,
or wait until it mows you down.
.
You cannot resist.
You won’t stand a chance.
You never did.
.
.
HG – 2020
