4/15/10 and 11/3/10
Sometimes
it
changes.
Unexpectedly, suddenly
you turn around and realize that what you thought was true isn’t anymore
and you are no longer the person
you thought you were.
Sometimes it changes
tearing you to shreads
you wake up and everything is different:
the light, the smell
the first snow has come but somehow you missed the fall and now
your feet are confused about where the ground is.
And
sometimes it
changes.
But the past still follows you
dragging behind like a heavy phantom limb and
no one else can see it there
but it aches all the same.
And oh
sometimes
it changes.
You turn your head and your mind starts to spin
everything is blurred by wind and snow
cold and bleak, burning your nose and eyes
then it slows and the winter
is behind you.
Because sometimes it changes,
before you could think, without your imput
because sometimes it knows better than you do.
Oh yes!
Sometimes it changes,
and you are reinvented
and you realize that you’re
ok with it.
because sometimes fish have wings 