Change
necessary, required, essential.
To live without it would be to die on the vine,
neglected, unsatisfied, empty.
For
others, change is near-impossible to fathom,
as
frightening as a world without structure, as terrifying as death itself,
inconceivable, as what lies beyond.
But
every once in a while,
when
the universe sighs and realities fold,
change becomes possible
for the most resolute of souls.
Subtle
signs of life appear,
seen
by few, understood by fewer, but present in the world, nonetheless.
No longer just in the world,
but finally, a part of it.
~~~
First published in India-USA Magazine / February 2014
Subsequently published in Ceremony: A Journal of Poetry and Other Arts / Spring 2014
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