Changez

WHAT?

What do I want to say?

It's not something

I can easily articulate.

Time moves on,

people change.

Nothing ever stays the same.

I struggle with change

even when

I have advance notice

that it's coming.

I need a text massage,

an e-mail notification,

preferably three weeks before.

What would be even better

would be an old-fashioned

formal letter

detailing the changes,

delivered by carrier kestrel

(I cannot abide pigeons),

or for a barbershop quartet

to come to my door

and put me

in the picture (musically)

in four-part harmony,

or for the architect

of the impending

potentially happiness-ending

alterations to the tapestry

of my existence

to go the trouble

and (I hope) considerable expense

of having what is going to happen

written in the sky,

in elegant aerial calligraphy...

..then maybe, just maybe,

I might be able to accept

that things are about to change...

...but really, do they have to?

B.R. 16.10.2021

The Glynis Barbershop quartet swing by to let me know that my life is just about to get irrevocably worse, to the tune of "Goodbye, My Coney Island Baby".