Change is like that strong smell
of cut grass or chopped wood
that stops you still.
Patterns, a symbol can be
an illegible sign,
at first glance.
Or a certain light at sunset,
or dark that whispers
Where am I coming from?
You are always going
Somewhere.
Next to nothing seems impossible.
I am next.
Painting by Orazio Gentileschi, 'Portrait of a Young Woman as a Sibyl' (c. 1620-1626) from Google Art Project via Wikimedia Commons in Public Domain.
