The Tides of Change

A change is coming…

 

Slowly,

It disturbs the air,

Like a supple breeze

In early spring

Sifting over a sill  

Of an open window.

 

A change is coming…

 

Quietly,

It advances on tiptoe

In soft stocking feet

Barely making a sound

Like a whispered secret

Delivered in a dream.

 

A change is coming…

 

Unseen,

It hides in shadow,

Occasionally caught

Like a flash of light

In the corner of an eye

It shines bright, then flits away.

 

A change is coming…

 

Secretly,

But with all its stealth,

I am aware that it’s there

And with that knowledge

I keep moving forward

As I begin to prepare.