Reservations are suggested with changes
except most of us are unaware
that we have travelled on a
one way journey until
we have reached its destination.
And whether suddenly or,
through insipid pace,
no desired accommodation
awaits our arrival.
It would be best to book in advance
a fortress to steel oneself against
any damages, loss or theft
and then affix a DO NOT DISTURB sign on
Seeds encased in jack pine cones
require fire to release their kernels
and spur new growth to an aging forest.
But restoration has no confirmed date.
tangle against each other
and in successive days,
block out more light.
Changes can betray you.
They have a life of their own,
that intersect our itinerary
and shove us against time.
We grasp past moments
to regain balance,
but remain all the while,
the startled tourist.
2 thoughts on “Changes”
I’m very much liking this poem and its pace–anything but insipid. The kinds of reservations and changes and entanglements and disappointments illicited in the reader’s mind are drawn together in such carefully drawn details. Nice job, Sophia! Sorry it took me so long to