Change

Can you feel the poise of anticipation?
A pin lies on the edge of Oblivion.
Will it make a sound?
The world holds its breath.

A gentle touch,
Like a feather's kiss,
Sends the pin into eternal free-fall;
Unpredictable and unrestrained
In a waltz of matter.
But it must return to Earth.
Will we welcome this new change?
Or have we refused to accept the passage of time?

The pin is resting now.
Action returns to indifference;
Life continues along its many storylines,
But something is different.
It seems as if the simple shift of a pin has transformed the entire world.
The anticipation of change is as strong as a windstorm in the tilt of reality,
For a simple action
Is etched in eternity.