Some change is necessary

Some change is necessary to keep walking

when birds can no longer carry you,

when the sky has turned black and life

has migrated to the land of forgotten shadows.

When tracks in fields give ways to red dragonflies

hovering above a cast iron sun

it is time to reach even further

into tomorrow and let astral rain dry

the rivers and fill them with clouds.

Have you given enough in

to change?

The nights will ransack you and if

they find you wanting they will make you

labor in front of the mirror until

your reflection dissolves into droplets

and you are no longer a surface of skin

but a bundle of electricity in need

of a glass house to prove

that you exist.