untidy transition

Century @ 21

Change, hard change, swift change, too much air to breathe change

is happening

now, and surrounding now, growing beyond our

frenzied adaptations

The old stolid traditions, the way it’s always been

Myths to depend on

crumble in the quakes, the shiftings

Of course we rabidly react

dripping fear, convulsed in rage, scattered

rants and orgasmic desperation

Yes, in the burning off fog of tomorrow

we may be the better world to come

I can feel it humming,

dancing into anticipation’s view,

feel the drumbeat, the hurrahs of the tribe

Change, a jubilation, gift of beneficent deities

wisdom of ages inexorably gaining speed

once we learn to jump on board

to play

under the light of expanding space

June 23, 2012