change

Our words dance in the air,

tiptoes between the molecules

that bring life to these lungs.

They say time leads to change,

and maybe that’s right;

perhaps the tick-tock of my body clock will rock

the things in you that shocked my heart into attention,

and soothe me with a lullaby of forgetfulness.

No.

Too often have I fled in the face of challenge,

hoping that the days and weeks to come would

settle me back into routine

like nothing ever happened.

Time may change some things,

but doing something always changes time.

Not always for the better I admit,

but I am now learning,

being taught,

to embrace when I’m distraught -

So I welcome the collision of human uncertainty,

my thoughts,

and Gods will

with open arms and varicose veins.

I’ve found a spot,

permanent or not

I don’t know -

But I’m resting here.

Temporarily safe and slightly secure,

hidden from view,

occupying the blurring lines between your heart and mind.

Come find me.