change emerges from the fragile
lungs of a new born, and returns
to the hollowed chests in the hospice

change cloaks us in new skin, change
rids us of old kin, change nudges
frowns to furrow and smiles to grins

change rides on the high tides and cruises
on the lows, change grabs us by the hand
and drags us along, crest and trough
uncaring if the surface tension locks us in

change is a dust mote shivering in the air,
and change is the explosion of an atomic bomb

change makes futile resistance a reality,
for change is reality, and change is you.