I used to think change looked like a fire
Terrible, fierce
Sliding down mountains like an avalanche
Destroying everything in its path

Then I thought change was like the moon
Slow, shifting
Without start or end
Constantly present and persistent

Lately, I savor change like molasses
Covering, savoring
Provoking memory and passion
Something to be devoured
Lingering over everything it touches

A little goes a long way
But you know it when it finds you
And leaves you transformed.