Cycles

The world changes
as it spins
round and round,
round self and sun;
the world changes.

Some keep up with the change;
some do not
- like engineer KK,
initials two parts Klan,
attitudes just one;
mocking and making fun
of those who try
to care
and save
and have a world for
those to come.
KK, if you had
credibility
with those who cared,
maybe you
would have saved
those trees
you claimed
activism
had
- ironically,
sadly,
perhaps even misguidedly,
lost.

The world changes
as it spins
round and round,
round self and sun;
the world changes.

Some mistake the changes
- like the lover,
alone, she thinks
because she could not
change to share her love,
when truth
shows neglect
lack of respect
lack of understanding
- she did not "get"
the one
once taken for granted,
now lost.


The world changes
as it spins
round and round,
round self and sun;
the world changes.

Some experience changes
- turmoil, mistaken loves,
painful lessons
in freedom
and truth
and responsibility,
as ways of preparing
for changes yet to be,
- like the lovers to be,
becoming who they must be
to be able to recognise
and take
the door yet to be opened
in years to come.

The world changes
as it spins
round and round,
round self and sun;
the world changes.

Some,
blest with honesty,
acuity,
or some other gift,
lead the way
and start
something
- not always good,
that has not been known
to those now here
- tho' it may have been
known
and lost
long ago.

The world changes
as it spins
round and round,
round self and sun;
the world changes.

Changes
- not always to the new,
not always for the better,
but change nevertheless;
unavoidable,
unstoppable,
unquenchable
- ride it or ruin,
seek only to guide it
towards the better.

The world changes
as it spins round and round,
round self and sun;
the world changes.

The only permanence
is change;
we can
lose our way
in the universal turmoil,
or
we can grow
and flourish
in the nutrient of the new.

© Kayleen White, 2008