Thursday, February 6, 2014

Change

When I hear change
hit the dresser,
I bless the dark
and pretend to sleep

fetal curled
face to knees

like I was born yesterday.

7 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Perfect. Just...perfect.

grapeling said...

what Shay said ~

Helen said...

Me, too.

Gail said...

Risking my lost of original statements...Me, too!

Marian said...

oooooh, yes. argh.

Susan said...

Change. EEK.
Change. Comfort.

I can read it either way, or combine the two: retreat and safety.

Poet Laundry said...

Oh snap. Ditto on the perfect.