More Changes

We slip through

changes like beaded curtains,

changes like painted landscapes —

dry ice steam rises

catching the colors of the lights —

We walk through,

find ourselves outside . . . 

What has changed?

Values are inverted —

golds for purples,

shade for light,

soft light blue for tones of sunrise —

(Just the normal transmutations

of any day)

What has changed?

Unpredicted sunlight sifts through

the hair of boys in the cafe,

unexpected ease expands

moment by moment,

the old constraints replaced

each day a little more

by the positive assertion

of I Am.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 3, 2014