Gifts of Change
Why discordant
dusts obscure my mind's eye,
After decades of clear straight paths traversed;
Why the familiar I set my course by
Replaced by the novel, the unrehearsed?
Black storms
foment in roadside woods, encroach;
The guiding centre of my road wavers,
Once distant perils too quickly approach
Where are my signposts, signs of savior?
Why not marvel
at changes in the way?
Embrace the unfamiliar and new?
Celebrate the confusion, my road's sway,
Hug the discord of corners, gravity's skew.
Make
me finely attuned to the gifts of change,
Not sleep and life's uncommon estrange.