Change doesn’t come the way you think it should.
You never know if she is going to scoot
in like a new puppy, or kick your damn
door in with a steel-toed boot.
However she appears, change comes:
and she doesn’t care who you are,
what you do for a living or
the make of your car.
Puppy or boot –
it hardly seems to matter
when change is served up to you
with a kiss and a clatter.
A long held dream,
a brand new love,
a new place to live
on the wings of a dove.
A heart ripped to pieces;
Your savings evaporated:
A shock fall off the roof.
You can rage and shout
and shake your fist at the sky;
you can wail “why me?”
or crawl under the covers and cry.
Or you can stand up straight,
tilt your chin and square your chest.
You’ll need a calm mind and
an open heart to surf this crest.
Where do you start, what do you do?
Overwhelm comes easy here, it’s true.
Do the thing that’s right in front;
and when that’s done do the next one too.
All the skills you thought you needed –
independence, planning and attitude,
sit unused as you cultivate your heart,
polish your soul and grow gratitude.
The way ahead appears piece by piece,
lit up briefly like glimpses of the moon
through trees from the car window.
You can’t see the big picture yet – soon.
And then one bright day you’ll look around,
and the life that looked so unknown,
so damn scary and friendless…
now looks like home.
– Sara Foley