it's not change I'm afterThe way a haircut can reframe a face. The move
to a zip code that gets less fog. More or this
or less of that – I can think of a thousand ways to prove
my eagerness to trade the current reality for its
fresh and scrubbed alternative. It’s so tempting to believe
a transformation of even minor proportions will be epic,
felt somewhere in my deepest deep. But in the interim, we grieve
for what we don’t or can’t have, and that ache
is paralyzing. I see it’s not change I’m after, but peace.
Tranquility and rootedness for everything that craves release.