two weeks

change comes from within.
tears in the threads of the universe
fill with the tears of this created being,
emaciated by the torments,
longing for an array of justice.

when it all flows south,
longing for a river’s end to be engulped,
the ocean current carries away the flood.
with it, the distillation. the emptying of the poison.
the letting of violence, of suffering, of humility,
of the blockage.

change that never seemed close
becomes the closeness that envelopes the heart.
the postage that sends comfort along.
the ventilation airing out the stuffiness.

porting no disguise,
the only shawl draped is one that shall give sanctuary.

no longer stifled under the restraint of misery,
let the stars ignite in a trillion impacts of light and heat!
let the smiles gather into a pool of brilliant enamel!
let the stones befriend us in a feat of solidarity!

let these two weeks
be the first breaths of patience
expanding into a reward of the good life.