Change is my friend
It starts with electricity
hanging in the air,
a change of direction
in the wind,
the goosebumps
on my skin.
My spirit is heavy,
like a curtain
of torrential rainfall
around me.
Too much,
too soon,
and I’ll be drowning.
The pit in my stomach
the size of a peach seed,
for now,
uneasy
like a predator
on the prowl.
It’s familiar,
yet different.
I can’t help but think:
What is it?
I’ve been seeing the cues
and following the clues
that whisper
everything is static.
I’ve seen the signs.
I know the times.
It’s bound to begin.
Change is coming around
to unsettle me again.
That’s okay.
Change is my friend.