My Old Friend Change
Standing patiently, unwavering,
on unsettled ground.
The ground shifting, moving.
Where to stand, who to be? To see the future,
be the now.
In each, in every, in all directions,
they surely bring…
Grand waves of oscillation for all to feel,
for all to see.
Not one single decision without cost,
no singular decision to be free.
So I stand, unmoving, thinking…
in this one place.
Eyes closed, heart beating, listening…
I see your familiar face.
Like an old friend, comfortable, kind,
I “see” you, I see my old friend “change”.
© bipolarmuse 2012