that changes will come thick
and fast over the next few days,
but not to worry, they are
the kinds of changes
I enjoy. I wonder
what that might mean.
That my drought-wilted
garden flowers will
leap up to green new life?
That I will no longer think it sounds good
to devour the whole bag of chips?
That people all around the world
will drop their weapons, their grudges,
their vendettas, their curses, their fists?
That I will stop dreaming impossible dreams
like this?