Change

Change, and known becomes unknown Hidden things uncovered Angst on verge frozen Negotiating new domains Gaps of vulnerability Emancipated to attain Stagnant things die however Protean things are suspect I am sometimes ambivalent Keeper of traditions vain Erratic rivers are not ambiguous Spent only at the delta's rich goal Fear troubles still the comfort zones of ease Expectations are those visited before Averting not the vicarious door Resistance falters only on the familiar lees ii I could have taken you there like child The hand of the familiar is all we have to trust If only I had concieved How much strangers we had become And what we had lost in shallow years I would have given you voice again Tender like a mother, firm like a father Encouraging like a friend I was so weary of lending feathers unrepaid I was drunk on presumption You would fly alone among the flaks and clouds And come with rain at end of flight To see me reaping before the night A nest of straw and grain I planted my tree of faith in vain, the limbs groan too with pain.