Change is a place to stay

Sitting by the half-turned trees,

as green to their season as me,

restless yet rooted in the breeze,

I realize change is not a verb,

but a noun;

not just a passage,

but a place to be.

A construction zone, buzzing with brokenness and reform,

suddenly quiets, and is home.

Despite what people say,

Change is a place to stay, I see.

despite what people say.