A great notion enters through
a keyhole,
an insult
a praise
a slight
a fall
a crevice in the universe
or a desire to live.
No longer yesterday's self
I arrange my words
gestures
carefully
to appear the same to those paying attention
for those who need yesterday to remain in sight.
I have lost yesterdays,
with Mother's passing
loss of country
loss of faith.
I only had to don new apparel
drop the scarf
choose bright colors
the latest fashion
from the hottest shop
to announce my new self
to all who pay attention
to be accepted
into today's world.
Nothing stays the same in nature.
