WELCOMING CHANGE

        The flickering light
        of sun and dappled maple
        erase the certainty of your face.
        Speaking of short lives
        and unsaid truths;
        what seems solid becomes ephemeral
        Only your eyes,
        accustomed to staying
        steady in uneven lights,
        hold the moment
        like contained lakes
        welcoming change.


           Deborah Medenbach