To be honest, I am not a poetry girl by nature. But during the last few weeks of re-entry, I have found it to be a fitting outlet. Here’s my latest shot at free verse on change. Enjoy.
Is it true that some things never change?
Bound by constant, unremitting force
Surrendered to the stillness
black ink and red lined boundaries
drumming only within their frequency
Is it a choice?
choose to free yourself
to feel again to smile vigorously
all the same as if she were here
to move intentionally through
like an ant that skates across a chalk line
rupturing confines, flitting
exciting a revolution of another
thousand ants in suit
Just as a traveler steps on new soil
sees familiar prints and tears of life, the old friend
hears foreign murmurs of the unchanging
feels the heat of a land untouched
cries in built-up civilization
But the day will come, has come
the hero’s journey centripetal by nature
transports the untranslatable
in the blink of an eye
to greet rebel insects and
grin upon them
breathing overdue evolution.
