Change

And as I stood there,

above this rubble that once was my city.

I chose only to tip my hat, to walk on, to make peace with this life.

Like the city, my path had unravelled; we had both irreversibly changed.

At times, I chose the direction of that stream,

at others, I just about kept my head above water.

“In the time between our last meeting”, I thought,

“how many times have we been destroyed, then rebuilt?”

Things were now different,

but then again, so was I.