If I Hold My Breath

If
I place my foot
just so

I make a hole

There is a place
at the end of my walk
that is an eternal puddle
sometimes a pond
but that may be
a dream

My ugly brown
boot
can make a hole
or a splash

or a dream

and I lose
myself
in thoughts
of microcosm/
macrocosm

and wonder
how many storms
did I start today

in my empty
universe

and if
I hold my breath

can I stop
the apocalypse

13 January 2019

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A Time of Change

Church Doorway, Shoreham-by-Sea (c) Robin Dalton

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~ Anatole France

Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix. ~ Christina Baldwin, in One to One (1977)

Poppy in a Churchyard ~ (c) Robin Dalton