Change is far away
as effort that won’t fold,
that attitude that won’t
look down and say, “Time
will tell”. Or, “Whatever”.
Rather, the confidence
that comes from destiny:
The thing steady and clear
singing to us from the next
future. A call we cannot
dis. Even delay
is cramped. No, it opens,
and easier as we melt
those sighs and reasons—comp-
lications’ endless trail . . .
gone! Instead, the radiant
flow we knew we know.
The long delay is dead.
Now, sculpturing action,
devoted work ahead.