The world is brought to beauty heart by heart.
How else might change take root but one by one?
Imagination is the proper tool,
Revealing what no doubt can overrule:
The wonder and the longing shaped by art.
Year by glacial year change will come.
For every game or story plays its part.
Over time, tiny shifts accrue
Until the old accommodates the new,
Returning, turning, till its day is done.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.