Saturday, September 5, 2015

Change - Helen Rowntree

Change came when I wasn’t watching.
Simple became intricate, complicated, 
Incomprehensible, impossible.
Necessary became dispensable, disposable, forgettable.
Change came when I wasn’t listening.
Cadence, soothing melodies, poetic lyrics,  
Became dissonant, loud, angry, 
Sung by screechers and shouters
Who answer to letters not names.
Change came one day when my pen ran dry.
Letters became Word, then Email, Twitter and Facebook, 
Instant messages, traveling thousands of miles,
Through the air, via the clouds.
Change came when I wasn’t noticing.
Twinge became ache, became pain,
Severe, in a bone, in a joint,
in a muscle I didn’t even know was there.
Change came when I wasn’t looking.
Brown suddenly gray, white, sparse, 
Smooth and taut--now furrowed, loose, 
Clear and distinct--now blurred, opaque.
Change came one day when I went out walking.
Light, fast and steady.
suddenly slow, wobbly, heavy.
Canes and walkers, curiously appeared,
Difficult, unmanageable, indispensable.
  I hope change appears for a few more years. 
                                    ***


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