Poetry: Change

That last was so dark that I had to post some­thing a bit lighter.

Change
–Louis Jenkins
From The Win­ter Road

All those things that have gone from your life, moon boots, TV
trays, and the Sovi­et Union, that seem to have van­ished, are
real­ly only changed, dinosaurs did not dis­ap­pear from the earth
but evolved into birds and crock pots became bread makers.
Every­thing around you changes. It seems at times (only for a
moment) that your wife, the woman you love, might actu­al­ly be
your first wife in anoth­er form. It’s a thought not to be pursued.
… Noth­ing is the same as it used to be. Except you, of course,
You haven’t changed … well, slowed down a bit, per­haps. It’s
more dif­fi­cult nowa­days to deal with the speed of change, dis-
turb­ing to sud­den­ly find your­self brush­ing your teeth with what
appears to be a flash­light. But essen­tial­ly you are the same as
ever, con­stant in your instability.

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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