Milobo’s Musings

Another poem, this one inspired by Bud Hunt’s National Poetry Month Challenge #17.

Change

I’ve heard the flutter of butterfly wings
or the ripple
of a water drop
are enough to change the world.

I’ve heard the words
hope
believe
try
do
flutter and ripple too.

Change comes unbidden,
cloaked in the common.

Created in the chasm between
what is
and
what will be.

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