The question here is "How do we
change?", and that's a matter of action.
Does a phrase, seemingly unrelated and unconnected, ever spark off the page at you and you pull back both awestruck and aghast wondering, “How do I deal with this?” It breaks off a piece of an arctic shelf inside yourself—- but with you on it. Adrift you are and heading toward warmer climes? Or maybe the waterfall a la Perils of Pauline. Still you wonder, WTF.
That’s what this question does to me. Maybe you are this way, too. Poems come to me this way. Dilemmas come to me this way. They are harbingers of change. Only begs the question. When will the full retinue be here?