Unforeseen, the changing waves of trends;
unforetold, the ugly mood of masses gathering;
and yet the fall was felt just out of bounds,
for the atmosphere was changing casually,
reabsorbing all that used to be in order to
create a new tomorrow.

Creativity and blind destruction;
chaos swells in all directions,
screaming out the need for change
while so many simply rearrange
the same old baubles on their dresser,
clinging to the known of misery.

And then the storms broke loose;
clouds heavy with themselves just clashing
opening the heavens in a flood of distance
crashing, lightning striking out and into us.
Winds blowing in fanaticism, forming funnels,
lashing out and taking back so much
within their wake of vast confusion.

The poet sat, in innocence, absorbing
this experience of totality;
blinking back the unshed tears
of others infidelity,
and simply listened as she watched
the world reborn anew...

? Michaelette ?