Inevitability of Change

I keep seeing 222 everywhere

When I wake up, when I am in my car

I’ve read it’s a sign of hopeful transition

Guidance for the day’s journey ahead

As change unfolds and I try to pretend

It doesn’t scare me to death

I start to search for little miracles

I find them under rocks and in the laundry

As I breathe in belief that things are turning out

We say that change is the truest constant

Don’t like the space you’re in?

Wait five minutes and you’ll be transported

We say God has a wicked sense of humor

And if you want to see the Divine laugh

Be sure to make known your plans

I’ve come to a place of reckless contentment

Kick the door of opportunity down

But I can still utter a prayer of thankfulness

For how okay things really are

The urgency is to not get complacent

Be ready for change, so as not to get trampled

The sidewalk cracks open just enough

For the crocus to push its way through

Signs of illogical optimism are everywhere

Like the woman who holds her sign up

Praying for your loose change

She plays her violin for leverage or joy

Ever the opportunity to prick some light in

Her transition teeters on your generosity

How is it that we usher in each other’s best?