Amazing, how one birl & look can turn
a life into something more than itself,
how one small parting of lips, hard-earned
& angled for in a thousand breaths

of response, can draw you in, remould
the very essence of what you'll be;
one minute unalive to what this holds,
the next a cosmos of possibility.

How futures change so beautifully & unaided.
Who knows the word on which a world might hang?
The past's a land that's overcultivated;
let's turn & till our future earth by hand.