Displaced Conception
Whats at your center?
Where is your peace?
Is it puppies or the season, maybe color.
For me, you see, it must be the sky, the trees, the way they meet.
The way they vary but always stay the same.
Blue by day, yellow then night.
Watch the fragments of time bring about true change.
Knowing when to, how long it might take.
Prepared for this long observation.
When instinct takes over and you no longer need to think about it.
There's a cool breeze in the air leading to transformation.
We all do. Everyone. Goes through daily modification that effects perception.
Will it make you into something different, or is there consistency to your variations?
Copyright © Bridget Rogers | Year Posted 2018
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