On the advent of change

The swinging pendulum between

Love and pain

The somber look through

The window pane

The left turn on the freeway

The tumbling of the blocks

You so carefully arrange

And the opportunity

For them to be

New

Or the same

Or put together in an all new way

To be forced to turn around

Is to change your perspective

To the trail you’ve been following

And a chance to correct it

And maybe this failure

In the chance you least expect it

Is a page turning backwards

To take the same words

And reinvent them